Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Even as she walked...everything was still so...confusing. What in the world had just happened? Caroline could barely come to terms with the fact that she had just let Flynn do something of that extent, to her. Of all places...on that hard, rough, stone bench behind the band room? It seemed so horrible, and while it wasn't what she had initially dreamed of, the pleasure that he had given her, surpassed all of those negative points. She was torn, wondering if she should be ashamed of herself...or even somewhat peeved. Her boyfriend wasn't the most elegant when it came to words, at the most desperate of times. The last thing she had needed to hear, was how... hot it had been. Oh, it was very hot, but she seriously doubted he was referring to the temperature. The only thing she wanted to hear, was how much of a fool she hadn't acted. She had had no control over her body. The sounds that had flowed from her, were unstoppable, the way she had squirmed about...it was sheer instinct. It wasn't her. At all. Her knees were wobbly, her cheeks still violently flushed, and all she wanted to do was curl up beneath the woven blankets on her bed, and take a nap. Caroline was utterly exhausted. Both physically, and emotionally. There was a war raging through her, and the last thing she needed to deal with, was Elizabeth and Chad. She slowly lifted her eyes up when her name was spoken, a brief recollection of heading towards class, finally dinging. Right. She wasn't going to be going home for another few hours, at the latest. Ugh, couldn't she just pretend to be sick? She had never left school early...for anything, but this...this was... They knew. Somehow they knew, and it only made her want to cry. How utterly fucking horrific. Her first sexual experience was now going to be plastered all across the grounds of her high school. They were going to laugh at her, mock her...only enhance their crudeness and make her life even more of a living hell. Caroline simply stood there, stricken with disbelief, as she watched Flynn come to her rescue. Violence was never the answer, but somewhere deep down inside of her, she was happy to watch Chad get punched in the face. He deserved it, more than anyone else she knew. It wasn't fair for people like him, degenerates, to get off scott-free. But soon enough, they had her beloved in a compromising position, and now, he was the one getting beaten. Her eyes widened in terror, and without a single thought to her own safety, she leaped over her forgotten books, and closed the distance between herself and the four tousling boys. The jeers from the crowd were deafening, but did nothing to halt her from throwing herself upon Flynn, the force of such catching them all off-guard. Their holds upon him faltered just enough, to allow the natural force of her timid frame, to send them both to the ground. Collapsed on top of him, strawberry blonde locks hanging around their faces, shielding them from the onlookers, Caroline gazed down towards Flynn. He'd feel it then, a salty...cold droplet fall from her cheek, and onto his own. She was crying, the light weeping suddenly surfacing, without warning. Everything was going terribly wrong...and she couldn't help but feel as if this was her punishment, for letting herself indulge in an act that was forbidden. She should have known, it would have never been accepted freely beneath the watchful gaze of her God. Frustrated by the croaking of their peers, she tipped her head up, screaming out towards them in a furry that could only come from a woman scorned. All of you, get the fuck away from us, she hissed, forcing those nearby, to stumble back. Like a lamb roaring with the courage of a lion, Caroline glared towards them all, plump lips parted, and perfect pearly whites clenched in distraught.