Rachel was lying on her bed watching T.V. when the phone rang. She jumped up, walked over, grabbed the phone and asked, "Hello?"

"Hey," a cool voice replied back. It was Sean. "What's up?" he continued.

"Nothing," she said, "I'm just watching Pay it Forward."

"Oh, that's a good movie." He paused. "Hey, can you come over here? I need to talk to you."

"…Isn't that what the phone is for?" she asked curiously.

"Well, yeah, but…I need to see you when I tell you."

"Okay," she said, somewhat confused. "I guess I'll come over then. See you soon." She hung up the phone and then turned off the T.V. She walked down the stairs and stepped out the door, feeling the somewhat humid breeze that a cool June night would bring. She unlocked her car, a black mustang with two pink stripes on it, and then got in. After she starred it up, she looked at the clock, which read 8:31. She backed out of her driveway and drove down the street. Thoughts were racing through her head so fast that she could barely make any sense of them. She could, however, make sense of the feeling she had, a sort of overbearing uneasiness that something bad was going to happen. She opened the window and let the warm breeze warm her and her goose bumps up. She slowed to a stop at the stop sign; Sean's house was just beyond that. She turned into his driveway, a shiver running down her spine. That feeling she had suddenly got stronger; almost like a premonition of something bad. She pushed it aside in hopes that nothing would happen, but in the corner of her mind she knew that something would—why else did he want her to come over here? She shrugged to herself as she got out and locked her car. She walked up to his door and rang the doorbell.

She heard faint footsteps coming down the stairs, and then she saw Sean standing where the door used to be. He looked at her and then said, "Hey! Come on in!" He moved out of the way as she stepped inside. He shut the door just as Rachel got a shiver down her spine again. "Wanna go upstairs?" he asked, looking at her. Rachel just nodded, so he went up the stairs and she proceeded to follow him.

"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to his bed. Rachel sat down. He sat down next to her, which just about made the hairs on the back of her next stand up.

"Oh, Rachel…" he breathed as he scooted closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started to kiss her neck tenderly.

"Sean, stop! What are you doing?" she asked as she broke away from his kiss. She was kind of scared now.

"Rachel…" he said again as he kissed her neck one more time. "I'm doing this because I want you be my first and me yours…," he whispered in her neck, making her shiver at the feel of his breath on her skin. He turned around and forced her down all in one smooth movement; as if this were rehearsed…He took a condom out of his pocket. Holding her down as she struggled, he set the condom down beside her and took his shirt off. Rachel stopped struggling, looking at his chest. She was awestruck. He had amazing muscles from working out. Sean took this chance, pushing her down again and kissing her on the lips.

A new definition of fear gripped Rachel as she tried to struggle back. She kept trying and trying, but Sean was so strong. It was useless. Her throat started burning as she tried to scream, but Sean's tongue was exploring her mouth so nothing came out. She broke away from the kiss by twisting her head. "Sean, stop, I don't like you like that!" she said, her eyes pleading. He just forced himself upon her once again, this time getting her shirt off. He kissed her again and started touching her breasts. She tried to push him away, but he was just too damn strong. He had unzipped her pants and was trying to take them off when Sean's mother walked in.