52 My name

His grip is unrelenting as I am pulled down the stairs and through the dance floor behind him. I don't give up trying to remove my arm from his grasp, hoping for an opportunity to slip away. I'm not here to deal with his bullshit. I'm here to leave the academy, him and all of the drama behind.

I was hoping for a quiet night, and although it hasn't been exactly quiet, I have been having a great time until now.

I was looking for a carefree night with a friend, and I have a feeling that will be short lived. I also don't need to be manhandled, and it's pissing me off. With his touches setting livewires beneath my skin aflame, I can't help but feel frustrated with my body's response and feel angry at my lack of control over it.