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Maybe she just thought of him as a big, annoying nuisance that she had to deal with until their assignment was over, then she would tell him to beat it.
"Hey Chris," one of his closer friends walked up to him. Chris knew a lot of people and got along with most of them, but he didn't really think that he had anytruefriends. He never felt he could truly be himself around anyone, but that he always had to put on a show.
Josh was one of his friends that he knew would accept him for whoever he was, if only he was given the chance. But still, Chris found that he couldn't open up to him. He didn't really feel comfortable around anyone, accept Bea that is.
"What's up Josh?" Chris asked slapping him companionably on the back.
"You know that girl you've been working on your creative writing assignment with?" Josh asked. Josh was in Chris and Bea's class, and he hadn't been oblivious to the sparks between the two.
Chris immediately perked up, "Yeah. What about her?"
"Well," Josh said smiling at his friend who couldn't hide the obvious transformation his face made when Bea's name was mentioned, "I saw her here. It looked like she was looking for someone."
Chris immediately shoved his half-drunken beer on a nearby table and made to go look for her, hoping she hadn't left. She had to be looking for him, didn't she? Chris couldn't picture Bea going to a party full of drunken idiots just because she wanted to.
"I saw her go upstairs," Josh shouted after him, and Chris smiled at his friend's intuitiveness.
Chris made his way up the stairs two at a time. "Bea," he shouted, and although the few partiers who were upstairs turned to look at him, there was no answer from the one he was seeking.
Chris opened the first door he saw, and saw two dark figures together on the bed, obviously getting intimate. He closed it again, wondering where Bea could be. She was probably in the bathroom he thought, and he made his way toward the other end of the hallway, but something made him turn back.
He didn't know what it was but he suddenly felt an urgent need to return to the room he was just in, like Bea needed him to be there.
He walked back to the door, only this time found it locked. For some reason this made his blood run cold and he was more desperate to get into the room now than before. He bodily shouldered the door a couple times, but it refused to budge. He stepped back and forcefully kicked the door right in the center of it, making it fly open.
He threw on the light and saw Bea lying sprawled on the bed, her pants pulled down to her knees, staring at him with wide eyes. He saw a dark figure on the roof outside the window, and ran to it, but the figure was already dropping to the ground below and running toward the woods. Chris felt the urge to chase the man down, but his need to go see Bea was greater.
The sickening realization of what had just almost happened hit him like a ton of bricks. Bea would have been the next victim of the rapist tonight. He hastily walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her he reached out a shaking hand to gently stroke her cheek.
His raw nerves made him jump when the wind blew the door shut, and he realized that he had never been so scared or relieved or angry as he was now.
"Bea?" her name was a whisper on his lips.
"Chris," she said smiling up at him like she was in the most normal situation in the world, but her barely intelligible speech revealed a different story. "I was looking for you."
"Oh Bee," he said pulling her into his arms and pressing his face into her hair feeling a tear slide down his cheek. Her arms dangled limply over the ones that were wrapped around her, and her head rested against his shoulder. "You're okay, everything will be okay," he told her gently, pulling back to see her face.
But Bea didn't seem scared at all, "I'm glad you're here Chris," she said smiling. Her complete calmness scared him more than if she had been hysterical.
"I'm going to call the police," he told her laying her back on the bed and pulling her pants back up and buttoning them.
"No, don't leave," she moaned out.
"Shh," he pulled her back into his arms, stroking her back comfortingly.
"It's okay Bea, I'll be right back," he promised, but she would have none of it.
"No, stay, make love to me." And she let her droopy head stretch up to his, pressing her pliant lips to his mouth.
"Bea, you were just almost attacked, let me get you home," he said, pulling his head away from her hungry mouth.
"Please, Chris, please kiss me." Her weak arms were on the back of his head, coaxing him down to kiss her again.
Chris just groaned, "Bea, what are you doing?" But he let his lips meet hers anyway, matching her hunger with his own.
"No," Chris said pulling back after a long kiss, "You are drunk out of your mind, and I'm not going to take advantage of the situation, okay?"
"I want you to, oh please take advantage," her words were slow and slurred, but Chris couldn't resist them. She was begging him to make love to her. How could any man resist? He kissed her again, before standing abruptly up away from her.
"Oh no, I won't be pulled in that easily. Come on little seductress, I'm taking you home," but as soon as he approached the bed again, she grabbed the base of her shirt, and pulled it up over her head.
She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were so tiny and perky she didn't really need one. And her chest was instantly bare to Chris's gaze, which was more than his will power could handle.
His hands were already close to her body, intending to pick her up to take her home. But now he completely forgot his previous task, and he reached out to cup the tender orbs, which were now stretched flat due to her arms being up behind her, tangled with her shirts which had gotten stuck around her shoulders and head.
Chris smiled tenderly at her puny struggles to get her shirt off, and caringly used his own hands to pull it off her, letting his hands caress her arms as he removed it. He tossed it on the floor, and she looked up at him with big, sexy eyes.
"Please Chris," she asked holding her arms out to him. But it was unnecessary for her to do so, because he was already kissing her, running his hand up and down her sides. He paused to undo the jeans he had just buttoned a moment earlier and pull them off, only to be disrupted by her shoes. He quickly tugged them off as well as her socks, before pulling her jeans off the rest of the way.
Then her panties went with the rest of her clothing and she was naked before him. He let his hand run up from her knee, to her thigh, then to that delicate spot in between her legs. Bee squirmed, and held out her arms for him. He leaned down to her, and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Don't stop," Bea gasped out breathlessly. Those sweet little words sent Chris over the edge, and he unzipped his pants and pushed them down to around his feet. He laid over her, bracing himself off of her.
"I want you," she begged. Chris slowly started to press his hard cock into her tight little snatch. God she was tight! Chris was still marveling at how wonderfully tiny she was when he came to something he wasn't expecting, a hymen.
"You're a virgin," he stated out of surprise.
Bea didn't say anything, only tugged at his shoulders for him to continue. He continued to press into her, taking her virginity in one stroke.
"Are you okay?" he asked her gently, not wanting to hurt her.
"Don't stop, Chris. Please don't stop," she begged.
Chris grinned. "Don't worry, baby, I'm not going to stop."
He continued to bury himself in her, taking her completely. Bea was moaning under him, and he pulled out and shoved into her again. She gave a little shout and raked her nails over his shoulders. She was bucking her hips in her eagerness, and Chris could feel his pleasure rising.
She came around him almost immediately. Chris felt it, but he was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to pay attention to anything else. Chris had made love to many women, but he had never cared for any of them like he cared for little Beatrice.
He soon came inside her, and it wasn't until a few moments after that he realized she wasn't responding anymore. "Bea," he said gently, stroking her face. Her eyes were closed, she must have passed out.
Before he could do anything else, the door was suddenly slammed open. "Get out of here," he shouted.
"Sorry," someone said, but then a moment later, "Hey, is she okay?"
Chris had gotten off of her and had pulled a blanket over her naked body, then pulled his jeans back up.
"Fuck, she's out cold," the guy said after peering at her face "You fucking rapist pig!" he yelled loudly.
"You don't know what the fuck your talking about..." Chris said, but some other guys had already come running.
"Chris, man, what the hell's going on?" one of them asked.
The guy who called him a rapist spoke before Chris had a chance. "I walked in on them, he was on top of her and she was passed out."
"No, she was awake a few moments ago, she just passed out. The real rapist climbed out the window and ran off."
They all looked at him disbelievingly, disgustedly.
"Fuck, I'm calling the cops," the one said, leaving the room.
"Hey," Chris said taking a step forward, but before anything else happened, one of the guys reached out and punched him.
"You fucking asshole," and another punch came.
Soon the cops arrived.
***
Bea sat in the hospital bed, finally left alone for a few minutes. She was thinking about what had happened since she had woken up in this clinical, white room. The last thing she remembered from the previous night was looking for a bathroom.
The police said that she had been drugged, and that an eyewitness had found Chris Stanwick on top of her. He was now in custody. Bea just couldn't believe that Chris would do something like that; he had always been so nice and playful with her. He was familiar, she had had a crush on him, he couldn't have raped her, he just couldn't have. But the facts were there.
Bea was almost inclined to believe Chris's side of the story, which the police had told her. He had said that a man had jumped out the window and ran off when Chris entered the room. Bea was awake then and they had made love, she passed out just as it was over. No one believed him. It was just too convenient.
Now as Bea sat in her hospital bed, she felt the weighted pain of disillusionment on her shoulders. She had had such a crush on Chris, and she had hoped that he might just feel something for her in return, but he was a pervert. And it didn't help any that Melanie and Poppy just had to come into her room to say the "I knew it's" that were completely untrue.
Still, Bea couldn't get the nagging feeling out of her mind, that despite how it looked, Chris was telling the truth. But if only she could remember what had happened! Bea also applied her common sense to the situation, she didn't believe Chris raped her because she didn't want to believe it, simple as that. She laid her head back on her pillow and allowed herself to fall into blissful sleep.
***
Bea walked mindlessly through the hall, avoiding the eyes she knew were on her. Everyone had heard about what happened, and Bea just wanted to die, although she had been given a lot of support, even from people she had never spoken to before.
Melanie and Poppy had been great, especially Melanie. She had been in her shoes and understood that Bea just wanted to move on and not have to think about it twenty four seven. She knew that when Bea was ready to talk she would, and not to push her. She was calm and treated her like normal.
Poppy on the other hand was antsy and nervous, ready to do anything to help her friend, including marching down to the sheriff's office and personally kicking Chris's ass.
Bea appreciated them, but couldn't help but remain distant. The thing was, she didn'tfeelas though she'd been raped, and it felt like if she accepted their sympathy, she was betraying them in someway, especially since with every passing day she grew more and more skeptical that she actually had been raped. Not to mention the fact that she still had feelings for Chris, and was having erotic dreams about him.
Melanie sat down in the corner of her math class, reaching into her bag she pulled out her textbook, only to have a little folded piece of paper flutter out of it. Opening it she realized that it was their story.
She read his words;The princess opened her eyes and knew innately that that man holding her would never hurt her.Melanie stopped reading. She quickly stuffed the story into her pocket and her book back into her bag.
Running right out of the classroom, she didn't stop until she had reached her car. She suddenly knew that Chris was telling the truth, like Melanie before her, she knew that the man she loved wasn't capable of doing something so horrendous. She loved him. She felt so much better now that she finally had admitted it to herself. She only hoped it wasn't too late.
She drove like mad to the sheriff's station where she knew Chris was being held. She was out of the car practically before it stopped.
"Officer Blacke," she said to the first man she recognized. "You have to let Chris go, I know he didn't rape me," but no sooner had the words come out of her mouth than she saw Chris standing in the door, apparently surprised to see her.
He was getting his stuff back from the officer, obviously having just been released. "Chris," she breathed out his name, then could no longer keep herself from running into his arms.
"Forgive me, please. I'm so sorry-sorry," she sobbed into his shoulder, relieved when his arms went around her.
"Shhh," he whispered in her ear, just holding her until she quieted.
Bea finally pulled away from him in embarrassment, becoming aware of the police officers staring at her.
"So you saw it then?" he asked her gravely, quietly.
"Saw what?" Bea was confused. "Why were they letting you go?"
"Mmhmm," Officer Blacke stepped forward and cleared his throat, "There's something you might want to see."
He led them over to the computer, and Chris's hand was supportively on her back.
"This was just posted today," he said clicking play. She couldn't help but notice that all the other officers had discreetly disappeared to give her some space.
The first minute was just a dark screen with muffled sounds. Bea gasped when she heard her own muffled voice, quickly looking at Chris who grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.
Suddenly the room was flooded with light and Bea could see the back of a man leaning over someone, someone she knew was her. The sight of mysterious figure leaning over her, actually seeing herself there, sent a chill down her spine. The fact that the picture was choppy and grainy only made it the more scarier, like a horror movie. The room was suddenly filled with darkness again, and a few seconds later there was a sharp banging and then the room was once again flooded with light.
She saw Chris rush into the room and go off camera then come back and sit over her. She watched as he tenderly held her. He had saved her, he had saved her and she hadn't even trusted him enough to believe him. How could he ever forgive her?
She suddenly felt like she didn't deserve to have his comforting hand holding hers, and she pulled it away, refusing to meet his enquiring gaze.
Bea blushed to the roots of her hair when she heard herself begging Chris to make love to her, and she blanched when she saw herself pull up her shirt. Her bare breasts were revealed on screen. Officer Blacke discreetly looked away, although she knew he must have already seen it. It was posted on the school blog, everyone was seeing it.
Bea was relieved when Chris's body came and blocked hers from the camera. She didn't want to watch anymore, she wanted to run home and hide in her room, but she forced herself to watch to the very end, right after Chris was punched.
She avoided his eyes at the end. How could he stand to even look at her?
"Apparently the computer was left on video chat, and whoever was on the other end got this video. We have our computer guys working on figuring out where this video was posted from, as well as getting if off the internet."
Bea mumbled a thank you and bee-lined for the door. She was opening her car door when Chris stopped her.
"Bea, I'm sorry about the video," he told her, closing her door so she couldn't get in.
"It's not your fault—I want to thank you for saving me."
"Bea," he said gently, but she was already trying to open her door again.
Chris kept his hand firmly against it, preventing her from wrenching it open.
"So that's it. You rush in there demanding my release, then run into my arms, and now all I get is a thank you? What happened Bea? Talk to me."
Bea looked up at him and opened her mouth, but no words would come out.
"How did you know I didn't rape you if you didn't see the video?"
And when she didn't answer he grabbed her shoulders desperately, "Well Bee? Tell me, how did you know?!"
"I knew because-"
"Because what?"
His fingers were digging into her shoulders, his eyes intent on hers.
"Because-"
Come on Bea, she told herself, don't be a chicken now.
"Because I love you." There she said it.
Chris let out a happy, disbelieving sigh through his wide grin. He pressed kisses all over her face.
"I love you, too," he told her between kisses.
"You do?" Tears started spilling from her eyes and he kissed them away.
"Of course I do. I've loved you ever since that day in the library. You didn't know it, but Ididgive you my heart on a silver platter that day."
"You did?" she said gazing at him with big eyes.
"Yes, and in the weeks I've known you, you've preceded to eat it up," he grinned at her, making light of the pain he suffered the last few days, knowing that she thought him a rapist.
Bea shook her head, "I'll regurgitate it and keep it forever."
"What a hopeless romantic you are," he teased her before pulling her into his arms for another kiss.
***
"Can you come up in about five minutes?" Bea asked as she parked her car in front of her dorm, "I want to talk to Poppy and Melanie alone first, okay?"
"Okay," Chris leaned over and kissed her.
Bea popped out of the car and ran up to her dorm room. Poppy and Melanie were standing somberly at the door when she walked in.
"Have you seen it?" Poppy asked white faced.
"Yeah," Bea said with acceptance in her voice. She wasn't as embarrassed or scared as she had been when she first watched the video. Now that she knew Chris loved her she felt like she could face anything.
"Are you okay?" Melanie asked.
"I'm fine, really," she laughed at her friends' worried faces, which made them exchange a doubtful look.
"A lot has happened, and I promise to tell you all about it later," she grabbed her friends' hands, "But the gist of it is I'm in love."
"With Chris Stanwick?" Melanie asked incredulously.
Bea just nodded.
"Have I missed something here, or didn't you just this morning think that he had raped you?" Poppy demanded.
"That's what I thought with my head, but deep inside I didn't really believe it."
Melanie just let out a happy laugh, "This is wonderful news," she almost hopped with her excitement. "Logan, you can come out here," she yelled, "She's fine."
To Bea she said, "Logan was over, but we didn't think you would want to see him under the circumstances."
Bea smiled at her friends' thoughtfulness, "I was really freaked out in the beginning, but for some reason, now it just doesn't seem that important."
