Hot Hands

I try to act casual as I walk down the empty hallway, plotting a way to counter Joey’s attack. But when I stop by a small dark space ready to twist around and tackle back, I get pushed into the darkness with speed I didn’t know Joey possessed. My school bag drops to the floor with a thud.
“Joey!” I yelp in surprise as my face is pressed against a wall.
“Joey?” a deep voice vibrates from the back of my neck.
I gasp out loud. This isn’t Joey. Joey’s voice is much higher.
“What do you want?” I ask through rattling breaths and a heart that’s ready to pop.
“What do you think I want?” he growls into my ear.
Oh God, when he says it like that, it’s pretty clear. I can’t believe this is happening right here in school. With my mind going numb, I try to escape, but he’s a good six inches taller than me and he’s strong. He pins my wrists to my back and pushes me into a dark room. I’m about to scream for help, when I feel his big hand on my ass. Hot and gentle.