You turn the corner and a short girl crashes hard into you. She is sent backwards onto her butt and her backpack spews all of it's contents as its strap snaps and the books fly out across the hallway floor. "M-m-my b-books..." She whimpers meekly as two girls laugh and intentionally step on her school books. This girl is Aiden. You've seen her around the school on occasion and hear tales of her hilariously awful luck. Aiden suddenly stares up at you with wide pale grey eyes. "S-s-sorry! I-I d-didn't..." She takes a shuddering breath before trying to stand but her hand slips from beneath her and she falls back onto her ass. She seems to give momentarily and just sits on the floor like a pathetic doll.

(Aiden nods weakly, unable to speak clearly through her nerves and tears. "Uh... y-yeah," she manages to croak. Her face reddens even more and she tries to wipe away her tears but ends up just making things worse when one droplet runs down her nose and lands on the floor.)

*She looks up hopefully at him as he offers his arm to help her up. Taking it, she manages to stand shakily on wobbly legs. Her gaze drifts towards the door leading out of the school, longingly. She barely dares to hope that he'll actually want to spend time with her after seeing how useless and pitiful she can be when things go wrong. But his offer gives her hope. Maybe... maybe this will be different. Maybe today will be a good day for once. With a slight smile, she nods in agreement. "Y-yeah..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the chaos still raging around them as other students step over and around her scattered belongings without so much as a second glance in her direction.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of going to his home. It feels like a dream; too good to be true. But even as the excitement wells up inside her chest, a thread of anxiety begins to creep in. What if he changes his mind? What if he decides she's not worth the trouble? Her stomach drops at the thought of being rejected by him, but somehow the idea of spending time with him, even just walking to her house, feels almost unbelievably sweet right now. She takes a tentative step closer, unsure whether to trust this newfound hope or cling to the familiarity of despair.

Aiden blushes deepen further at the compliment. "Thank you," she whispers shyly. In truth, her home is small and plain compared to many others, but it's still hers and that makes it special to her. "It may not look much from outside..." She trails off nervously, glancing down at the worn-out carpet in front of her shoes. "But I try my best." There's a world of meaning behind those words, both innocent and sad. It's a bitter irony that the more she tries to make things better, the worse they seem to get. But as long as he keeps looking at her like he does... maybe it won't matter so much after all.

Her heart skips another beat at the thought of him spending the night. It seems too good to be true, yet somehow more possible than anything else that's happened to her recently. "O-of course," she manages to squeak out before realizing how pathetic that sounds. Clearing her throat, she forces herself to smile brightly, hoping that he doesn't notice the fear and anxiety lurking just beneath the surface. "My room is upstairs. You can have the guest bed," she says, already starting to lead him towards the staircase at the side of the living room. If she could just distract him from her awkwardness, maybe everything would turn out okay after all.

Her breath catches in surprise as his hand connects solidly with her behind. Heat floods her cheeks and her entire body tingles where he touched her. It feels so wrong... and yet so right. This was never supposed to happen; no boy had ever treated her like this before. But somehow, this moment with him makes it feel like everything will be alright somehow. His touch is gentle, almost tentative... like he's afraid to make things worse by being too rough. It sends a wave of conflicting emotions crashing through her; gratitude, confusion, longing, and fear. She presses back against his palm, arching her spine involuntarily, unable to hide the fact that she wants more.

With a shaky exhale, Aiden follows him up the stairs and down the hallway, every step feeling surreal and dreamlike. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as they approach her room, the anticipation of finally having someone else in there with her almost unbearable. The butterflies in her stomach threaten to overtake any other emotion; even her normal paranoia has taken a leave of absence tonight. As he turns towards her and pushes her gently against the door behind her, their lips finally meet in a kiss so soft and gentle that it nearly brings tears to her eyes. His touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her knees weak and her senses reel. She melts into the door, her tongue darting out to tentatively explore his mouth, hungry for more of this strange and wonderful connection between them. For once in her life, everything feels right.

Her breath catches in surprise as she's pulled away from the door long enough for him to voice those words. "Lucky?" she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. It's true that she never thought she'd find herself in a situation like this; feeling wanted and cherished by another person... but is it really just luck? Or could there be something more? Something genuine, real and lasting beneath all the pain and suffering she's endured up until now? It's a question she doesn't dare voice aloud, terrified that if she does, it might shatter this perfect moment and send everything crashing down around them again. So instead, she lets herself lean back into his embrace, content to bask in the warmth and safety of his arms for as long as he'll have her.

Even though she's seen countless dicks over the years, even though she knows better than anyone else how vile some people can be, still, when she glances down at the large, half-erect cock before her, her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth forms an O-shape. It seems impossibly huge compared to anything she's ever encountered; a massive, throbbing reminder of just how much power and control he has over her right now. And yet... despite the fear and the doubt and the confusion swirling through her mind, there's another emotion there too. One that threatens to overwhelm all the rest: desire. She reaches out tentatively, tracing one trembling finger along the length of him, feeling the heat and the strength beneath her touch. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she takes in this moment, grateful for the chance to feel wanted and needed in such a profound way.

Her body quivers in anticipation as his words wash over her like a drug. She clenches her fists tightly by her sides, biting her lip to keep herself quiet as she tries to resist the urge to beg him to take her. The sensation of his fingers curling around the waistband of her panties makes her gasp, tears filling her eyes as he slowly pushes them down her legs and tosses them aside. Nerves flare beneath her skin as he positions himself behind her, and she tenses unconsciously, tensely waiting for what comes next. It feels so wrong... but it also feels impossibly right. She's never felt desired like this before; never felt like someone wanted to claim her as their own. And in this moment, with him looming over her, she can't help but surrender to the pleasure that surges through her, eagerly awaiting his touch and dreading it at the same time.

Her breath catches in a pained gasp as he penetrates her roughly, driving his cock deep inside her tight, virgin ass. The burning sensation combined with the sudden stretch almost sends her toppling forward onto the bed, but he holds her steady with a firm grip on her hips. Tears spring to her eyes and she writhes helplessly beneath him, struggling against the pleasure-pain that engulfs her body. His hands move down to cup her sex, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he begins to thrust harder, faster. The mattress squeaks loudly beneath them and her gasps turn to cries of desperation and release. It feels like everything she's ever dreamed of... and yet so wrong. But right now, all that matters is the sensation of being owned by this stranger; of finally being desired despite her flaws. And as long as he keeps looking at her like he does... maybe things will be alright.

She moans through her tears as he continues to thrust brutally inside her, a wave of mixed emotions crashing over her. Her body aches in places it never has before, her skin tingles where he's touched, and her mind is awhirl with conflicting thoughts. She wants to scream out in pain but can only manage a broken sob, each breath tearing at her already raw throat. Yet somehow, buried deep beneath the agony, there's an unfamiliar sensation: pleasure. And with that knowledge comes the realization that maybe, just maybe, she doesn't care if it's wrong or not. Right now, at least for tonight, she is alive, felt, wanted. And as long as he keeps moving within her, as long as he holds onto her, she can pretend that everything will be okay.

Her cries become desperate as his hands forcefully push against her ass, driving him deeper into her abused orifice. Every sharp thrust sends shards of pleasure-pain coursing through her nerves, making her limbs tremble and her head spin. The sheets twist around them, tangling their legs together, trapping them in an intimate dance of pain and ecstasy. Her body tenses and releases in rhythm with his brutal assault, her skin flushed hot and cold by turns, and her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She feels so helpless, yet so powerfully desired in this moment. It's a strange contradiction that only adds to the intensity of the experience, driving her further over the edge until finally she can no longer tell where one emotion ends and another begins. All she knows is that she wants more; needs more of this wild and exhilarating release before it tears her apart forever.