AN: Okay, I'm just going to put this here now, because I'm not big on author's notes since they kind of retract from the story in my opinion. However, this needs to be said before we begin. We're nearing the end. I did include the trigger warning on this chapter. I kind of sped things along in the last few chapters, and I understand things don't normally move so quickly after something major like rape occurs, but I just wanted to wrap up the story before it got too long. I hope everyone is understanding and please stay safe!

*TRIGGER WARNING*

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Isabelle POV

"You what?!"

"Would you keep it down? I don't want Cocky McDouchebag to hear," I glanced over my shoulder.

Drew and I were by my locker before school and I had just told them what had happened between Cass and I around midnight.

"You nearly had birthday sex, but your boyfriend decided to stop it before it even began?!"

"He didn't think we should do it as a spur of the moment thing."

"Girl, the best sex is always a spur of the moment thing."

"Seriously, could you not throw that term around. This is already the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen today."

"What term? Sex? It's a normal word, Belle. You don't need to be ashamed to say it."

"Just keep it down, please?" I hissed at them.

They held up their hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Fine, fine. I'd better get to class. See you in English, Birthday Girl."

"And don't let anybody know about that either!"

Drew just waved over their shoulder without looking back at me. I finished gathering what I needed from my locker and started off in the direction of art.

"Hey, Feisty. How's my favorite girl in school?"

"Go away, Pearce."

"I told you. Call me Ash."

"And I told you to leave me alone, yet here we are."

"Did I hear your loser friend right? Today is someone's birthday?"

"Drew isn't a loser, you are. And that's none of your business."

"It is true. Feisty's the Birthday Girl. How old you turning?"

"Goodbye, Douche," I said, heading into the art room and closing the door in his face.

XxX

Drew had moved in English comp to be closer to me. Unfortunately, Cocky McDouchebag was also still behind me.

"How's Miss Birthday Girl doing?"

"Did you hear something, Drew?"

"No. I don't speak Douche."

"I should report the both of you."

"I swear someone is talking, but I have no idea what they're saying."

"I totally get it," Drew nodded.

"You know what else I heard about Feisty the Birthday Girl? She nearly lost her virginity this morning, but her douchebag boyfriend decided he didn't want to follow through."

It was loud enough that the entire class heard it including the teacher. There was complete silence as everyone stared at me and Pearce. I slowly turned around in my seat to face him. His light blue eyes were twinkling and his cocky grin was in place as he stared at me in triumph, having effectively gotten me to acknowledge him.

"What. Did. You. Just. Call. Cass?"

"Cass? Is that the douchebag's name?"

"Cass is more of a gentleman than you'll ever be."

"You know, if I were in his position I would have followed through."

My blood was boiling as I glared at him, too furious to think of a witty comeback. From the cocky grin that widened on his face, he knew it, too.

"Pearce. Griffin. To the principal's office. Now."

I stood up, gathering my things and stomping out of the classroom, the clicking of my boots sounding angrier than usual to match my mood. I could hear the slightly heavier footsteps of the cocky son of a bitch behind me, but didn't dare turn my head and give him the satisfaction of looking at him.

"Hey, Feisty. You feeling rebellious?"

I ignored him, continuing down the hall in the direction of the office. A second later I was cut off as he got in front of me, effectively stopping me in my tracks.

"We could go to the principal's office... or we could go somewhere more fun."

"Get out of my way, Douche."

"No can do," he said, putting his arms on either side of me and pinning me against the lockers. "Now, we can do this here or we could go somewhere more private. It's your decision."

"Let me go, Pearce."

"What's your decision, Feisty? I'm only letting you choose because you're the Birthday Girl."

"Please, Ash..." my voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Where are we doing this?"

I swallowed, feeling tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"S-somewhere private..."

He smirked, pulling me down the hall into an empty classroom. I found myself on my back on a group of desks out of sight of the door's little window in case someone happened to peek inside. Hands moved to undo the button on my jeans. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands push both pants and underwear down my legs. A moment later, my hands were pinned above my head by the wrists and a hand was covering my mouth.

"Let's try to keep this as quiet as we can, yeah?" his voice was low in my ear.

I felt a tear escape from one of my closed eyes and a moment later I felt him enter me.