Fifteen with An Attitude

WARNING!

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT THAT SOME PEOPLE MAY FIND DISTURBING. READING AT YOUR OWN RISK! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

"So, B. Why do you insist on going to this party?" Sarah asked as she let Becca walked into her room.

"I mean... This is just a party. You don't have to sneak out," Sarah continued.

"This is not just a party," Becca said, emphasizing 'just', "This is James Mikaelson's party and he invited me himself."

"Wait... James Mikaelson as in the James Mikaelson?" Sarah asked with wide eyes. Everyone knew James Mikaelson. He was a charming guy, a school jock, very attractive, rich, and known as 'girls magnet' because wherever he went, there were always girls surrounding him, looking at him dreamily. James might be a playboy, but if he actually talked to you, that meant something big.

"Yep," Becca confirmed, nodding her head.

"I kind of have a crush on him. I think I might have a shot on this one," she said next, blushing slightly.

"But... How about Ben?" Sarah asked.

"Ben is great. He asked me out, but I kind of turned him down," Becca said.

"What? Why? I can't believe you'd do that. He's a great guy and totally in love with you," Sarah said in disbelief.

"James and I might happen. Do you realize how big this could be? I could be his girlfriend. This is big, S. My life would change," Becca told her best friend, exaggerating a little bit.

"You do realize two months ago you had a huge crush on Ben, right? And now you suddenly don't like him anymore just because a playboy like James invited you to his party? Have you lost your mind?" Sarah explained, trying to get through to her.

"I thought you would be more supportive as you are my best friend. I thought you care about my happiness," Becca said sharply. She sounded angry, but also hurt.

"I do care! That's why I'm trying to explain to you. I don't want you to get hurt. Someone like James... He could be... What I would call a douchebag. I don't want you to give him a chance to hurt you," Sarah told her, looking at Becca meaningfully.

Becca looked back at her best friend. "Okay, I get your point. Thanks for concerning about me, but I can take care of myself," Becca said, smiling slightly.

The door flew open abruptly and Katelyn barged into the room. "I have a bad feeling of this party," she said.

Becca scoffed. "And the last time you have a bad feeling on someone, you were wrong," she said, remembering what Kate said about Ben.

"No... This time I really do have bad feelings," Kate said again.

"You're not a psychic, Kate," Sarah said.

Kate blinked a few times before saying, "No, I'm not a psychic, but I'm a witch."

Becca and Sarah stared at her like she was crazy. Then, suddenly Sarah burst out laughing. "I get it. You're pranking us. But, it's not even April Fools' Day, Kate," Sarah told her.

"I'm not pulling any pranks. Here. I'll show you," she said, joining both Sarah and Becca who were sitting on the carpet.

Kate stared at a piece of paper which was lying in front of her and few seconds later, the paper burst into flames. Sarah shook her head and rubbed her eyes to make sure she really saw what she just saw with her own eyes.

"Cool!" Becca commented in amazement.

"Believe me now?" Kate asked them.

"How did you...," Sarah trailed off, darted her eyes between Kate and the ashes from the burnt paper, "You had to use some kind of magic trick." Sarah narrowed her eyes and shot a suspicious look toward Kate. "Magic trick?! What? No! I told you I'm a witch," Kate said.

"There's no such thing as witches, Kate," Sarah argued, still in denial, of course.

"What should I do to make you believe me?" Kate asked in exasperation.

"I believe you Kate," Becca said, smiling at her.

"Thank you," Kate said to Becca.

"How could you believe her? What next? Vampires? Werewolves? Ghosts?" Sarah asked.

"You have no idea," Becca mumbled.

"So, I just discovered my new ability couple weeks ago. It turned out my grandmother is a witch too. She gave me something like a spell book and she's training me to control my power," Kate explained. "Anyway, back to the matter in hand: party. I think it's not a great idea to come to the party, Becs," Kate said to Becca.

"I agree on this one," Sarah commented.

Becca groaned. "I'm going to the party, whether you guys support me or not. I don't need approval, okay? I can take care of myself," she stated.

"It's just a senior party. What could've happen anyway? A massacre?" Becca added.

"Well, I don't know... I can't see the future... Yet... But please trust me on this one," Kate said.

"I just want to have fun, alright? Nothing bad will happen," Becca said.

"So, let me get this straight... You do believe Kate is a witch, but you don't believe her prophecy?" Sarah commented and Becca just shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't you think it's just odd? A senior like James invited a freshman to his party. Something isn't right," Sarah told her.

"Well, maybe he likes me. Is it that unbelievable that someone could like me? What a great friend you are," Becca replied, getting irritated.

"You know that's not what I meant, B," Sarah countered.

"Whatever," Becca answered, got up, and grabbed her bag. "For the last time. I'm going to the party and no one can stop me," she said, walking to the bathroom to change her clothes.

Becca stood in front of James' enormous house. From outside, she could hear music blasted from the stereo and colorful lights emanated from the windows. She took a deep breath, convinced herself that nothing bad would happen if she went inside. She rang the bell and few minutes later, the door flew open, revealing James with a glass of wine in his hand.

He smiled at her. "Hey! Glad you could make it!" James shouted, trying to beat the loudness of the music.

"Come on in!" he invited Becca in, stepping aside so she could go in.

James grabbed Becca's hand and led the way to the other room. They went to a group of seniors, who seemed to be James' close friends. Becca knew some of them. She had seen them around the school halls and some of them were in the sports team.

"Everyone, this is Becca," James introduced, wrapping his arm around Becca's shoulders.

"Hi," Becca greeted, smiling at them.

Becca heard some 'hi', 'hey', and 'sup' from them.

"So, Becca. You're a freshman, right?" a girl with brunette hair asked Becca.

"Yeah," Becca answered, nodding her head.

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"I heard you were the one who pulled that locker prank on a girl named Paige," another girl said.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't," Becca confirmed and smiled evilly.

"I think that was impressive," a guy with spiked hair commented.

"Oh, it was nothing," Becca said.

"Nothing? Girl, no need to be so humble," the brunette girl said.

"Well, I actually can pull pranks much greater and much bigger than that," Becca admitted.

"Guys, we have a huge prankster!" a guy with a varsity jacket announced and they all cheered in response.

James chuckled. "I'm going to get more drink. Do you want something?" he asked Becca.

"No, thanks. I'm good," Becca refused. She knew all the drinks contained alcohol in it and she didn't want to get all drunk and tipsy.

"Okay, suit yourself," James said and walked to the other room.

"Hey, Becca! Just so you know, James talks about you a lot," the varsity jacket guy told her and made Becca's cheeks blushed.

"Oh, yeah! He talks about you all the time and said he couldn't take his eyes off you," the brunette girl added and made Becca's cheeks blushed even more.

"I've known James since elementary school and I've never seen him head over heels over a girl like he does right now," the girl continued. That was enough to made Becca's eyes went as wide as saucers and her cheeks as red as cherry. Everyone else chuckled looking at Becca's expression. James returned with his glass filled of wine. He realized Becca's expression had changed and he noticed the blush on her cheeks. He rolled his eyes, knowing his friends had made unnecessary statements.

"Guys, give her a break, would you?" he said.

"Come on, Becca. Let's sit on the couch," James said next, grabbing Becca's wrist and led her onto the couch. Becca could hear whistled coming from his friends.

"Sorry about that. They're idiots," James said, taking a seat on the couch.

Becca sat next to him. "It's okay. I think they're nice," she said.

James showed his gorgeous smile. "So, do you like sports?" he asked.

"I do. I'm just not good at it," Becca answered.

"I heard you're a star player of every sports team at school," she stated next.

"I had my heyday," James replied, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal.

"How many matches have you won?" Becca asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know. A lot," he answered.

"In fact, I won lots of trophies. Do you want to take a look?" James asked, smiling at her.

"Sure," Becca said, shrugging her shoulders.

James got up and took Becca's hand in his. They headed upstairs and Becca couldn't help but asked, "Where are we going?"

"The trophies are in my room," James answered.

They turned to the right as they stepped on the second floor. James opened the second door to the right, revealing a huge bedroom. He let Becca in and closed the door behind him.

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James wasn't kidding when he said he got lots of trophies. In fact, he got shelves full of trophies.

"Wow! Are these all yours?" Becca asked in amazement.

"Believe it or not, yeah. I owned all of these trophies," he answered.

"This one is my favorite," he said, grabbing the football shaped one. He gave it to Becca. She grabbed it in her hands.

"It's heavier than it looks," Becca commented and they chuckled.

Becca gave it back to him and that was when their hands made contact with each other. It sent tingling sensation down Becca's spines.

Without looking away from her, James put the trophies back on the shelf. Their eyes locked at each other.

"You're so adorable," James said, taking a step toward Becca.

Becca was tongue-tied. She couldn't say anything as their bodies were two inches away from each other. She could smell his scent, she could feel his breath, and she could feel the heat of his body.

James reached out, moved a stray of her hair out of her face, and slipped it behind her ear. He leaned in and then it happened. Their face went closer and closer and their lips met each other's. James kissed her and she kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around her waist, so their bodies were clinging on each other. James kissed her passionately. When it became more intense, Becca tried to push his body away from her.

"Stop," she said, gasping for air.

"No," James replied simply. That was when it all started going wrong. He pushed her against the wall and his fingers trailed up her legs. He kissed her again and again forcefully and aggressively. Then he pushed her to his bed and she landed on her back on the soft mattress. He climbed on her and trailed down kisses from her cheek down to the crook of her neck.

"James, stop!" Becca ordered him, trying to push his body away to no avail as his body weight was twice as hers.

James finally pulled away from her and he was gasping. "Let's do it," he said. His eyes sparkled with lust and desire. To Becca's horror, he pulled out a packet of condom from his pocket.

"What do you think you're doing?" Becca asked frantically with wide eyes as James started unwrapping the condom.

Becca started to get tensed and she tried to sit up, but immediately get roughly pushed back to the mattress by James.

"I told you we're going to do it now," James growled at her.

"I don't think so, James!" Becca exclaimed. James undid his pants and started rolling down the condom onto the length of his cock. Becca took that chance to push her body off the bed. She quickly approached the door. She was about to reach the door knob when James stepped in and stood in front of her, blocking the way.

"Don't even try to run away from me," he said through his gritted teeth. He clenched his jaw and Becca took a step backward in fear.

James grasped her wrist in his tight grip and marched her back to his bed. He roughly pushed Becca on the bed again, so she laid down on her back on his bed. Her breath became heavier and heavier as each second passed by. James leaned closer to her and Becca scooted away.

He reached out and started to undress Becca. Without thinking, she screamed out at the top of her lungs.

"HELP!!!!"

"Scream all you want, sweetie. No one will hear you. This room is soundproofed," James explained.

James started to strip her off. He undid Becca's shirt, one button at a time, and threw it away to the other side of the room. Then, he started kissing her mouth forcefully while undoing her shorts. He pulled it down along with her underwear and threw them away, like what he did to her shirt. Becca was powerless and she couldn't do anything to stop him. Finally, James unbuckled her bra and she was completely nude, lying down on his bed. James took off his shirt as well and threw it away carelessly. Becca started to sob and looked at James fearfully.

"Shhh... It's okay, sweetie. Don't be scared," James soothed, rubbing her cheek with the back of his hand.

"No... Please... No," Becca begged as James started kissing her aggressively all over again. He trailed down kisses down her body.

"Get off me, James... I said no," Becca tried again vulnerably. She tried to push James away from her, but it was no use. He was much stronger and his body was much bigger than her.

Becca soon felt he was getting heat up and started to forcefully slide his cock inside her in and out her vagina and start fucking her fast and forcefully. Becca closed her eyes as tears began sliding down her face.