“Stop! Leave me alone!” She pushed his hands away and tried to go back toward the party, where they wouldn’t be alone anymore.

He reached out a hand again to stop her, surprisingly strong even while drunker than she’d seen him in a long time. “Slut! I’ll do what I want. How could you leave me for that stupid cunt?”

She rolled her eyes as she looked into his very bloodshot eyes and tried to pick words he’d understand to get her message across. “God, I don’t want to have this conversation again. It’s not you, I’m just finally tired of hiding. I’m a lesbian, you know that means I’m not attracted to guys, right? It has nothing to do with you, why don’t you get out of my way and go sleep it off somewhere?”

“No one ever says no to me. Everyone wants me to take them out, you know that, Maggie,” the angry boy began, reaching a hand toward her again.

“You’ve had way too much to drink, Chris, and we’ve been over this already. Stop touching me! It’s not you, it’s that I don’t want to be with any guy. I’m not attracted to guys.” Maggie began edging back toward where the rest of their friends were.

“A dyke! I can’t believe it. You can’t be serious. I have an image to uphold you know. We went out for over 6 months and you know everyone thought we were doing it already. Do you have any idea what they’ll say about me when they find out?” He moved closer to her. “Stop trying to get away from me. We’re not done here yet. I know you’re not really a dyke. Here, let me show you. How can you know what you want when we haven’t been together yet?” He fumbled, but quickly managed to pull his pants down one handed while holding her down with the other. Earlier that night, she’d spent some time debating between a skirt and pants with her new purple shirt. Kim said it complimented her blue-green eyes and dark black hair, so she tried to wear purple whenever possible. Unfortunately, she’d made the wrong choice that night and it would prove to change her life forever. Maybe if she’d been wearing pants she would have been able to get away.

“Stop! I said no!!!”

“Shut up. You know you want it. No one can hear you over the music anyway, no point in screaming. You know I’m stronger than you are so you’re not going anywhere.”

Maggie fought as hard as she could, but wasn’t able to overpower Chris, even in his drunken state. “No! I don’t want this. Stop!!! Ouch! That hurts!”

“If you stop struggling it won’t hurt as much….ah…that feels so good. See, don’t you like this better, baby? This is how it’s supposed to be, a man and a woman, not two dykes.” Chris didn’t really expect an answer and didn’t pay any attention to the tears now flowing freely down Maggie’s face. He continued to do whatever he wanted, Maggie trying to forget where she was and what was going on beneath him. Finally, he reached his climax and spent himself inside of her. He lay on top of her for a second, resting, but that was all she needed.

Maggie raked her hand across his face, leaving bloody scratches from two or three of her nails. “I said stop, you asshole. Maybe next time you’ll actually listen to a girl when they tell you no. I hope that leaves a scar, not that you’ll tell the truth about where it came from.

“You bitch!” He quickly got up, slapping her across the face, and headed for the door. “Great, now how the fuck am I going to explain these?”

“Maggie?” A petite red haired girl a little shorter than Maggie’s 5 feet 6 inches came running into the room, nearly bumping into Chris as he left. “What happened? You were gone for a while and I got worried. Oh my god! What happened?” Holly took in Maggie, still laying on the floor, her clothes and hair mussed and her face streaked with tears.

“He…he…raped me!”