Wolf in Sheep's Clothing: Freshman Year by _Mona_Lisa_

Sometimes I sit back and think about the day I lost my virginity, you know? Most people say it’s a day that a girl can never forget, and as far as I’m concerned, those people are right. I hate that day, and the man who stole my innocence. That day will forever be marked as the day my ex-boyfriend violated and raped me.I was a freshman in high school and it was my first day at another new school. I didn’t know a soul, being a military brat, I moved around a lot. I walked through the doors on my first day, and the school didn’t even have my schedule printed out. I had to go sit in the main office of the building and wait for the vice principal to print one for me. Upon getting it, I rushed from the office and speedily walked the halls. I kept looking at the sheet of paper in my hands and the numbers listed above the doors. That’s how I met him, I accidently walked directly into him. Looking up from the paper, I saw him, he was beautiful. His face looked as if God himself, blessed him. He had big full lips and a slight beard growing in on his tanned golden face, not to mention his dark mysterious eyes that captivated your attention just by glancing at him. That’s how I noticed him, by his eyes. They captured me and held me there. Never breaking our gaze, I looked up at him an immediately apologized.

“I’m sooooo sorry, I’m not a multi-tasker. I don’t even know why I tried to read and walk at the same time. I have enough trouble just chewing gum and walking,” I stammered out, still looking into his eyes.

“It’s totally cool. I should have seen you coming, a girl as pretty as you,” he responded, his eyes still holding my attention.

“Thank you, I’m still sorry though”

“Well hey, I’ll accept your apology, if you let me walk you to your class,” he smiled at me and I saw his pearly white teeth beam out at me, like he was doing a Toothpaste and Mouthwash commercial.

“Thank you, I would really appreciate that,” I smiled back and he snatched my schedule into his hands and looked at my first period class.

“Oh you have Mrs. P, she’s a cool teacher, I know where her class is,” he said walking ahead of me.
I had to run, just to keep up. When I finally reached him, he had just reached to end of the hallway. I finally got a chance to check him out completely. His body was well defined and the shirt he wore hugged his muscles in just the right way, he was at least six feet tall, and he had these rough little scars on his elbows and forearms. I was mesmerized by the definition of his big strong back and I instantly felt my panties dampen, though I didn’t know why it happened.

“So you’re new, I presume?” He inquired.
I was still caught up in his muscular back that I hadn’t heard him, so he repeated what he said.

“So you’re a new student here, right?”
Breaking my attention and focus, I looked around dazed and responded quickly.

“Yes sir, I’m a freshman”

“Impossible!”

“How do you figure it’s impossible? I can’t start high school as a senior, now can I?” I laughed

“No, it’s just that you’re entirely too hot to be a freshman, I mean look at you. You’re gorgeous. You have long brunette hair, a little pixie face, insanely beautiful hazel eyes, and a smoking hot petite body”
I blushed immediately at his flattery, he was a total sweetheart. I mean I’ve gotten compliments from guys before, they told me the same things that he had just said, but from him, they seemed like he was bathing me in verbal gold. He grabbed my hand and twirled me around as if we were dancing in the hallway.
He hadn’t lied though, I would never consider myself to be conceited, but everything he said was true. I stood proud at 5’1”and weighed a solid 120 pounds, and all of it was in my breasts and ass. I wore a 36 Double D in bra size, and a 7 in jeans because my ass was entirely too big. And my face, my face was pretty, I’ll admit, but it didn’t receive as many compliments as my body did. I did have long brunette hair, and an adorable child’s face, with a small mole right above my lips, and big wide deer caught in headlights, hazel eyes.

“Thank you,” I blushed and looked at the floor.

Before he could open his mouth and lay on some more of his charm, the bell rang, confirming that I had just missed first period. I looked at him terrified, as he looked at me and the hallways quickly filled with children speeding to their next classes. In another two minutes, the hallways cleared out again followed by the ringing of the late bell. With a worried face, he looked at me and apologized.

“I’m sorry beautiful, would you like an escort to your second period class, free of charge?” He asked, with his face full of hope.

“I would greatly appreciate that,” I responded, with a smile.

“Thank you.”
We walked to the stairwell and up to the second floor. He asked me all the normal questions, like about school, and where I lived prior to my move there. When we reached the door of my class, he looked at me with those eyes, took my palm into his hand and snatched a pen from his pocket, and scribbled his number into my palm.

“Call me when you get home tonight sexy.” Was all he said, with a wink and commenced to walking away.

“I will,” I said to myself with a smile.
The rest of the day from there seemed to fly by, and I walked through the door of my house and told my mom EVERY detail of the day. She asked me if I had made any new friends and that’s when I brought up
the new cute mystery sexy guy who helped me to class. She made a face and asked me more about him.

“So what’s this guy’s name?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t tell me, but he gave me his number and asked me to call him tonight mom,” I said, sounding almost giddy.

“How can you call a guy and not even know his name? I don’t know baby, I don’t feel right about him.”

“Mom, you always have to make a big deal out of nothing. He probably had some place to be and forgot to tell me his name. Just chill out, he’s a cool guy.”

“Okay sweety, if you say so.”
I walked off to my room, determined not to let my mother make me feel bad about talking to this guy. Instead of calling him as soon as I got home, I waited until eight o’clock that night to call him, so I wouldn’t seem so anxious. He picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” I said, smiling into the phone.

“Who is this?” He questioned.

“Remember the freshman girl you helped today in the hallway today.”

“Whic— Oh, hey sexy”

“Yup, that was me.”

“Hey baby, I thought you weren’t gonna call me.”

“Why not?”

“Because I told you to call me when you got home, school’s been out for hours, I know you’re not JUST getting home.” He said with a serious tone.

“No, umm, I was just busy when I got home.” I lied, feeling like a child getting in trouble.

“It’s okay sexy. Just don’t let it happen again.”

“Again?”

“Yes again, I want you to call me every night until we become well acquainted with each other.”

“Okay .. umm .. Oh yeah, what’s your name? I never got it this morning.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought I told you. My name is Daniel. What’s yours?”

“My name is Simone.”

“I like your name, but it doesn’t seem to fit you. I don’t see you as being a ‘Simone’. Would you mind if I called you something else?”

“What do you want to call me?” I asked, feeling insulted and hurt.

“Umm, how about Talia? I always liked that name. You even look like a Talia. What do you think?”

“Yeah sure, I guess you can call me that,” I said confused, mainly because I expected him to give me a nickname, not a new name.

“Yeah, so Talia, how do you like our cozy little town and school?”

“It’s alright so far, I don’t really know people that well, so I don’t have friends yet.”

“But you know me sweety, I’m all the friend you need.”
I blushed when he said that.

“Are you smiling sexy?” he asked.

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I can feel it, you have a gorgeous smile by the way.”
We talked for the rest of the night, and from then on we became inseparable. That is, until I brought him home to meet my mother, by then two months had flown by. It was a Friday, and he was walking me home as usual. We got to my front door and instead of giving me a hug and walking off like he normally did, he stayed. I turned around and looked at him.

“What’s wrong Daniel?” I asked.

“I was just wondering why I haven’t met your parents yet Talia. I feel like you’re embarrassed of me or something.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I never knew you wanted to meet them.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to, I like you. I want to meet them.”

“Okay, I’ll tell my mom when I get inside.”

“I’m coming with you inside.”

“Why?” I asked, in confusion.

“Because I want to meet your parents silly,” He smiled.

I smiled back, but not with sincerity, he was being way too pushy. I walked up the stairs, reaching into my bag for my house keys. I had them in my palm, stalling and holding them, waiting for his mind to change. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t. When he saw my hand frozen in my bag, he reached forward and rang the doorbell. I wanted to slap my forehead, I completely forgot about the doorbell.

“Talia, is there something wrong?” he asked, closing the distance between him and my ear. Causing the hairs on my neck to stand up.

“No, nothing’s wrong Daniel. I just think I may have lost my keys.” I said, turning around to face him. He looked into my eyes, as if he were mentally questioning my response and before he could open his mouth, my mother opened the door.

“Hey sweety, did you lose your keys or somethi—Who is this?” she asked, looking at Daniel.

“This is my friend mom, his name is Daniel”

“I’m actually her boyfriend, Mrs. . . .?”

“Miller” my mother responded looking shocked. Hell I was shocked, he never even asked me to be his girlfriend, yet that’s what he told my mother. I wanted to jump and scream, I was waiting to hear him say something along the lines of he and I being exclusive. He may have chosen a suckish moment to say it, but at least he said it.

“Well don’t stand outside, come in sweety and bring your friend in with you.” She said, as she retreated back into the house.