Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Oh...my... God ... Caroline fell back onto the cot, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. She looked utterly petrified. What the fuck had just transpired in front of her, in the matter of ten minutes? She could have sworn Flynn's penis had touched her mouth...while, he had a sister? Someone he rarely spoke of, it at all. Not to mention, the girl had taken quite a liking to Caroline's rump. It left the frazzled, confused and beyond shameful young girl a complete mess. She was currently trekking through the throes of guilt, knowing all too well, that today had served to be a life-changing opportunity. She was put off by the fact that Flynn managed to make her so weak, to forget all of those precious promises she had made to herself. Her morals? They went right out the door the moment he touched her. Even now, she wished he hadn't been forced to leave... Stirring when she heard the door open, her head turned and she looked towards the nurse who merely smiled to her, having a knowledgeable twinkle in her eyes. Jesus H. Christ, did everyone manage to catch wind of what had happened to her? Sighing heavily, she pushed herself to stand after what felt like an eternity of wallowing in self pity, figuring it would be best if she made it to her pre-game warm-ups. The locker room was buzzing, and she wanted to keel over the instant Elizabeth and her posse of mongrels caught sight of her. The wrath of this skank whore was like no other, and Caroline was all by her lonesome. Faltering in the doorway, she quickly took the long way around the lockers, finding her own which was safely tucked away in the far right-hand corner. They were watching her. She could practically feel their eyes burning into her very flesh, as she peeled off her sundress, letting it drop to a clump of cotton about her ankles. After the combination of her lock was successfully inputted, she tugged the small door open and fished out her uniform, the sweet smell of laundry softener filling her nose. She had a habit of washing it after every game, even if she was forced onto the bench. It gave her something to do, aside from listening to her parents. That was right...her parents... Ugh, she groaned, dropping her head and letting it thump gently into the metal in front of her. Aw, what's got you down, buttercup? Did Flynn not fuck you hard enough? The venom which coated that question made her stop breathing, her head turning, to allow herself to peek over towards the entourage of gloating girls. With their big breasts, small waists and skintight shorts. She just watched them, praying that she'd be able to make it out of tonight's game alive. Brenda, the one known to be Elizabeth's minion, stepped up and closed the distance, thoroughly forcing Caroline to stumble into the wall behind her. If you ever think about lying through those pretty teeth of yours again, and get our guys in trouble, I'll fucking kill you, the butch-looking girl seethed, jabbing a well-manicured finger into Caroline's chest. What the hell was she going to do? She had never 'scrapped' with anyone. And, it was already a fact that Brenda could hit as hard as her boyfriend. Caroline just closed her mouth, feeling her skin grow hot and head become light. She was going to faint, wasn't she? Confrontation had never been a strong point of hers, and to be practically put on the spot, had her growing nauseous. She needed Flynn.