Heather backed up into the corner of the school. "I didn't mean anything by it.." she said swallowing slightly. "I'm sorry, you were used disrupting the class." her brown eyes looked up at him keeping her hands up. 

Craig moved closer, raging behind green eyes. "Well, you still stopped me!" He threw a fist over her shoulder to the wall.

Heather flinched in place, her glasses falling slightly off of her nose. She fixed then and looked up at him. "C-Calm down, I didn't mean to upset you." she said quickly. Well, she did yell at him in front of the entire class. "I really didn't."

"Mmm, well, once again, you did." Widening his stance, and throwing his other hand over the other shoulder, he stared harder. "I'm not one to beat up on a girl, though."

Heather swallowed. "Then can't you let this go?..." she asked in a quiet voice. "I'm s-sorry."

"I don't think this is even yet." Smiling, he put his head against hers. His smile wasn't a particularly happy one, though. "Prove it."

Heather flinched and she pressed her back against the wall. Closing her eyes, she turned her head away. "We are even...I didn't mean to upset you.."

Pressing his body against hers, he siezed her hands, pinning them against the wall. His head moved down. His mouth moved over her neck, sucking and leaving marks as he went.

"Wh-What..." She began, before closing her eyes slightly. "...Craig...stop..you're...embarassing me and marking me."

"I'd take you for a very lonely girl, Heather." He hadn't moved his head, intending to tickle her neck as he talked. He resumed mouthing her neck, further down towards her shoulder.

"I'm not..." Heather's voice trailed off as he continued kissing her. "Craig, stop...or I'm kneeing you." she was being unbelievably calm.

Craig slowly backed off of her. "You should start enjoying yourself more." Pulling her right hand back, he quickly twisted her, face towards the wall, and pulled his left arm around her neck, holding tightly to keep her from moving. Shoving her against the wall, he began to rub his nose against her ear. "You're always nice to look at in class, you know."

"O-Ow.." Heather whispered wincing in pain, before looking over her shoulder at him. "...I don't give a damn." she said sharply to him. "...You're hurting me."

Ignoring her, he resumed mouthing around her neck. His free hand wandered down and up her skirt, pushing underwear aside, and aiming straight for the clitoris. His hold on her neck, and pressure pushing her against the wall, remained hard, if anything, tighter.

"A-Ah.." She whispered out shocked, before a blush went across her face. "Craig...le-let..go.."

 "How much does it take until you start losing control of your body, Heather?" Moving his stimulating hand, he plunged two fingers into her. Swirling around, he seemed to be looking for something. "I want to hear you moan."

Heather gasped again, before lifting up one hand to cover her mouth. It felt...really good. "No, No...I re-refuse.." she whispered out blushing and gripping her mouth closed.

 "Come on..." He added a third finger into the mix. Beginning to get moist, he was able to push further more easily. The hand beside her neck began lightly raking her skin as he watched her lose the battle.

"No-No!" Heather then let out a moan, trembling in place she closed her eyes tightly. "..." she was getting weak kneed against him. "Please stop.."

After pulling his fingers out, he quickly unziped, unbuttoned and unsheathed himself. "Just enjoy yourself, your body seems to be." He pushed himself in, fully erect and as far as he could go. There was no resistance as she had thouroughly soaked herself already.

Heather stopped moving, tensing up. Before letting a small scream of pain. "..Y-You...pe-pervert." she whispered out gripping his arm tightly.

 "You're the one moaning." Pushing harder, he began to push her up the wall slightly when thrusting. "And I want to hear it so much more." His other hand now moved up her shirt, underneath her bra, teasing her nipples.

Heather's eyes began to water as she moved back and forth from the thrusting inside of her. "...It's...your...fault..." she moaned out quietly out. "S-Stop it..."

"Would you really make this stop?" Slowing down, his thrusts shifted to pushing her harder against the wall, as far as he could go, pulling back, almost all the way out, and then repeating. The hand on her breast began to squeeze, as if trying to milk the pinned girl.

The school bell then rang, and she froze in place. "...I really want you..t-to to s-stop..!" she then moaned out again.

With one final thrust, he pushed hard. Hitting orgasm, he flattened against her on the wall. "Ah-ha...." He remained balls deep for a moment as he continued emptying.

Heather fell to the ground, as soon as he finished. She curled up coverin her face, feeling ashamed.

Craig held his hand out as Anna lay quivering in the fetal position. "Don't want to be too late, do we?"

Heather refused to take his hand. "Go." she said quietly. "Just go...and leave me alone."

Grabbing her hand, Craig pulled her up. "Come on, I insist." He appeared far more friendly now, save for whipping her around.

Heather flinched from his touch. 'I don't..." she stumbled away from him. "I don't...w-want you talking to me..you...pervert." she whispered out to him.

Seeing the small pool where she had been laying, he gave out a chuckle. "I don't think I'm the only pervert here."

She then slapped him across the face, her eyes burning with angry tears. "You just raped me! I'm...not the pervert."