A Secret Conversation in the School's Forgotten Backyard
Students hurried into their classrooms, chatting and laughing as they took their seats. Peter, however, stayed behind, lingering near the hallway. His classmates had already gone inside, but Nelly had asked him to wait.
She glanced around nervously. The hallway was too open—students and teachers passed by every few seconds. There was no privacy here. If she wanted to talk to Peter properly, they needed a quieter place.
"Hmm, Peter," Nelly began, lowering her voice. "Is there anywhere we can go to talk… somewhere private?"
Peter sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't sure why she wanted to talk to him, but he could tell she wasn't going to give up. "Alright," he said finally. "Follow me."
Together, they walked through the empty corridors, past classrooms where lessons had already begun. Peter led her to a place few students ever visited—the school's forgotten backyard.
The Hidden Beauty of the School's Backyard
The backyard was a strange place. Officially, it was where the school kept its trash bins, but over the years, it had become something more. The area was vast—big enough to hold a hundred people—yet somehow, most of the students and teachers had forgotten it existed. Only those who sought secrecy ever came here: couples sneaking away for private moments, students skipping class, or groups sharing secrets they didn't want anyone else to hear.
As Nelly stepped into the backyard, her eyes widened. Despite its reputation, the place had an unexpected beauty. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting soft shadows on the ground. The air smelled faintly of grass and old wood, not the unpleasant scent of garbage she had expected.
"Woah," she breathed, turning in a slow circle. "It's… beautiful. And so spacious. For a place where trash is kept, it's actually really nice."
Peter shrugged. "Well, you can say that again."
Nelly's Bold Confession
Nelly didn't waste time admiring the scenery for long. Almost immediately, she turned to face Peter, her expression serious.
"Peter," she said, her voice steady. "Why did you follow me? You don't even know me."
Peter met her gaze, his face unreadable. "Because you're beautiful," he admitted bluntly. "And because my friend forced me to."
A slow smile spread across Nelly's face. "Beautiful, really?" She laughed softly. "Oh wow… thanks."
Peter crossed his arms. "Now, how do you know my name?"
Nelly's smile turned playful. "Well, you caught my attention at the assembly ground. I didn't want to just run up to you—that would've been too obvious. So I asked around. Turns out, you're kind of a popular guy. That's how I got your name."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. Alright. So why did you want to see me?"
Nelly smirked and took a step closer, reaching out to touch his chest. "Like I said… you caught my attention. Has no one ever told you how handsome you are?"
Peter grabbed her wrist, gently but firmly pushing her hand away. "Many have," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Get straight to the point."
Nelly's grin only widened. "Woah, you're aggressive. And believe me, I love aggressive guys—especially ones who are strong, too."
Peter exhaled sharply, growing impatient. "I'm getting tired of all this talking. Just tell me what you want. I need to get back to class."
As if on cue, the distant sound of the school bell echoed through the air. Ding ding.
A teacher's voice called out from the classrooms: "Students, settle down! First period is starting!"
Peter gestured toward the sound. "See? It's time for class already."
Nelly rolled her eyes. "Why are you in such a hurry? Relax, Peter."
He crossed his arms again. "Fine. Talk. I'm listening."
Nelly took a deep breath, her playful tone fading into something more serious. "I want you to be mine, Peter. I want you to be my boyfriend. You're handsome, aggressive, and strong—and that's everything I look for in a guy."
Peter let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looked at Nelly with a mix of frustration and exhaustion. "Honestly, I'm happy that you want me," he said, his voice low but firm. "But I still stand by my words. I'm just not ready to date another girl right now."
Nelly's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes searching his face for answers. "Another girl?" she repeated, her voice laced with curiosity. "What do you mean by that?"
Peter clenched his jaw, the memory of his recent breakup flashing in his mind like a painful wound. "I just broke up with my girlfriend," he admitted, his tone heavy with emotion. "She cheated on me. And that was barely two weeks ago. Now you're asking me out? I'm sorry, Nelly, but I'm just not interested right now."
Nelly crossed her arms, her lips pursed in thought. She studied him for a moment before shaking her head. "Okay," she said slowly. "But it doesn't seem like that to me. It seems like you have a bigger problem instead."
Peter's eyes darkened, his patience wearing thin. He turned to face her fully, his expression hardening. "Enough," he snapped, his voice sharp. "I'm done with this conversation. I'm leaving."
As he turned to walk away, Nelly's voice followed him, light and teasing. "Oh, it looks like I hit a nerve," she said, a small smirk playing on her lips.
Peter froze mid-step. His hands curled into fists at his sides as he slowly turned back around. His gaze was intense, almost dangerous, as he locked eyes with her. "What did you just say, Nelly?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.
Nelly didn't back down. She met his stare with a grin, her confidence unwavering. "I said it seems like you have a problem," she repeated, her tone mocking. "A problem with love."
Before she could react, Peter closed the distance between them in two quick strides. He grabbed her by the arms and pushed her roughly against the wall behind them, his body pressing close. His hands held her firmly in place, his face inches from hers. His breath was hot against her skin as he spoke, his voice a low growl. "Listen, Nelly," he said, his words sharp. "You don't go around talking about people's problems when you don't even know them."
Nelly's smirk only widened. "I'm sorry," she said, though she didn't sound sorry at all. "But I was only telling the truth."
Peter's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her arms. His anger flared, his control slipping. "Don't push me," he warned, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "I won't care if you're a girl. I will seriously break you."
Nelly winced, pain flashing across her face. "Ouch! You're hurting me!" she cried, her voice strained.
For a moment, Peter hesitated. Then, with a frustrated exhale, he released her and stepped back, running a hand through his hair.
Nelly rubbed her sore arms, but her expression remained defiant. She studied him closely, her eyes softening slightly. "I don't think you really want to hurt me, Peter," she said quietly. "Your eyes aren't the eyes of someone who wants to hurt me. Instead, they're the eyes of someone who wants to..."
Peter turned back sharply, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. "Don't say it," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
Nelly's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Someone who wants to devour me," she finished, her voice barely above a whisper.
Peter exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You know what? It's not worth it," he muttered, turning away again. "See you in class, Nelly."
As he walked away, Nelly's thoughts raced. You're not getting away from me that easily, Peter, she mused, her smile turning sly. Aloud, she called after him, her voice dripping with challenge. "So instead of admitting that you can't love anyone, you choose to run away like a little girl?"
Peter stopped dead in his tracks. His entire body tensed, his fists clenching so tightly his knuckles turned white. Slowly, he turned back around, his expression dark with fury. Without a word, he strode back to her, his movements deliberate and controlled.
Before Nelly could react, he grabbed her again, this time slamming her back against the wall with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice a dangerous promise. "I planned to enjoy my day for once. But you seem to truly want something from me. And that's exactly what I'm going to give you right now."
Without warning, he crushed his lips against hers in a rough, forceful kiss. Nelly's eyes widened in shock, her hands flying up to push against his chest, but he was too strong. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as she struggled against him, but he didn't stop. His hands roamed her body, gripping her waist, her hips, then moving up to roughly grope her breasts, pinching and squeezing hard enough to make her whimper in pain.
Nelly twisted in his grasp, trying to scream, but his mouth muffled her cries. She tried to knee him between the legs, but he anticipated the move, shifting his weight to block her. He knew her tricks—he had been in the game long enough to know how girls like her operated.
With one swift motion, he yanked her school top off, leaving her upper body covered only by her bra. Then, before she could react, he pulled her skirt down, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Panic surged through her as she realized what was about to happen.
"Please, stop!" she begged, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. "Please, I was only joking earlier! That's just how I am!"
Peter ignored her pleas. His hands moved to his own trousers, unzipping them and freeing his erection. Nelly's eyes widened in horror as she saw it—long, thick, and undeniably aroused.
"Please, don't do this!" she sobbed, her voice desperate. "I'm begging you! I'm a virgin!"
At those words, Peter froze. His breath came in ragged gasps as he stared down at her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, the only sound was Nelly's quiet crying.
Then, slowly, he stepped back.
To be continued...