The Bully’s Reign Of Terror

What is the meaning of blow job?

The Bully’s Reign Of Terror

“What is the meaning of Blowjob?”

Chapter 5

Ava’s POV

I sat nervously in the detention room, my mind racing with thoughts of the incident with Max and Jessie.

The room was filled with the sound of pencils scratching against paper as my classmates worked on their assignments, but I couldn't focus on anything except the looming detention and how it would affect my grades.

Just as I was about to drift off into my thoughts, the teacher in charge called out my name. "Ava, Mrs. Alora wants to see you in her classroom."

I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Mrs. Alora was my class teacher and I knew that she had just graded our latest test. I had been so distracted by Max's return that I knew I hadn't done well. My mind raced with excuses, but I knew deep down that there was no excuse for my poor performance.

I got up and walked slowly towards Mrs. Alora's classroom, my heart pounding in my chest. When I arrived, Mrs. Alora was sitting at her desk, her face stern and serious.

"Please sit down, Ava," she said, motioning to the chair in front of her desk.

I sat down, feeling the weight of the room bearing down on me. Mrs. Alora placed my test paper in front of me, and I braced myself for the worst.

"I'm afraid your test didn't go very well, Ava," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "You scored a C minus."

I felt a pang of disappointment in my chest. I had always been a straight-A student, and the thought of getting anything less than that was devastating.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Alora," I said, feeling my voice shake. "I was just really distracted by everything that's been going on."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Mrs. Alora said, leaning forward. "I heard about what happened with Max and Jessie. Is that what's been distracting you?"

I nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Yes, it's been really difficult. I don't understand why Max had to come back and cause all this trouble."

Mrs. Alora's expression softened. "I understand how you feel, Ava. But you can't let someone else's actions affect your own performance. You're a bright student, and I know you're capable of much better than a C minus."

I felt a surge of hope in my chest. Maybe there was a way to bounce back from this setback.

“Do you mind talking about what happened between You and Max?” Mrs Alora requested nicely.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should tell her about Max. But ultimately, I decided that it was worth a shot.

"Well, ever since Max resumed, he had be a thorn in my head and he has be causing trouble around me," I said tentatively.

Mrs. Alora raised an eyebrow. "What kind of trouble?"

"He's always making rude comments to me, and he's been distracting me in class," I explained. “He is always looking for a way to bully and body shame me.” I explained to her.

Mrs. Alora frowned. "I see. And you think that his behavior might be affecting your grades?"

I nodded. "Yes, I think so. I just can't concentrate with him around."

Mrs. Alora sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that, Miss Ava. I'll talk to Max and try to get him to change his behavior."

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe Mrs. Alora could talk some sense into Max and make him stop harassing me.

"Thank you, Mrs. Alora," I said, grateful for her help.

"But, Miss Ava, there's one more thing I need to ask you," she said, her voice serious.

I looked at her, confused. "What is it?"

"Did anything happen outside of school with Max that you haven't told me about?" she asked, her gaze steady on mine.

I felt a knot form in my stomach. Should I tell her about the incident in the alley? I didn't want to get Max in trouble, but I also didn't want to keep it a secret.

"Um, well, there was one thing," I admitted. "But it wasn't at school."

Mrs. Alora leaned forward. "Go on."

I took a deep breath and told her about the incident in the alley, leaving out the part about Max's making me moan.

Mrs. Alora listened intently, her expression growing more serious with each passing moment. "Miss Ava, I'm very concerned about this. You should have told someone about this immediately."

"I know, I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty.

"I'm going to have to report this to the principal," Mrs. Alora said. "And I think it would be a good idea for you to talk to a counselor about this as well."

I nodded, feeling a sense of dread at the thought of the principal finding out.

"But please, Miss Ava, if anything like this ever happens again, you need to tell someone right away," Mrs. Alora said firmly.

"I will," I promised, feeling ashamed for not speaking up sooner.

“Thank you for your time, Miss Ava, you can leave now.”

“But please, make sure to buckle up, Miss Ava.”

“Everything is going to be okay.” She reassured me and i nodded my head.

“Thank you so much, Mrs Alora, I really appreciate your kindness,” I appreciated her as I stood up and went back to my class.

The bell for closing finally rang, I picked up my bag pack without wasting any second as I zoomed out of the class.

I walked quickly down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to make it to Lizzie's car before Max could catch up to me. I kept looking over my shoulder, checking to make sure he wasn't following me. As I neared the exit, I breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as I was about to step outside, Max appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "Going somewhere, Ava?" he sneered.

I tried to yank my arm free, but his grip was too strong. "Let go of me, Max," I said, my voice shaking.

He just chuckled. "Not so fast, sweetheart. We need to have a little chat."

I glanced around, hoping to see someone who could help me, but the hallway was deserted. Lizzie was probably already waiting for me outside.

Max started dragging me down the hall, towards the exit on the other side of the school. I struggled to keep up with him, stumbling a few times as he pulled me along.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"You'll see," he replied, a wicked grin on his face. "I've got something special planned for us."

"What do you want from me?" I cried out, trying to keep my voice steady.

Max didn't answer any more of my question, but instead, shoved me roughly into the passenger seat of his car. He got into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. I tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside.

"Let me out of here, Max!" I yelled, pounding my fists against the window. But Max just turned up the music in the car, drowning out my voice.

We drove for what felt like hours, with Max's eyes fixed on the road ahead. I didn't know where we were going, and I was too scared to ask.

Finally, we pulled up to a desolate suburb. The streets were empty, and the houses looked abandoned. Max parked the car in front of a run-down house and got out. He opened my door and yanked me out of the car, leading me towards the house.

"What are you doing, Max?" I asked, my heart racing with fear.

Max didn't answer me, but instead, pushed me inside the house. It was dark and musty, and I could barely see anything. Max closed the door behind us, plunging us into complete darkness.

I wish I could say this situation was something out of a bad movie, but unfortunately, it was my reality. Max was seething with anger, and his fury was directed straight at me.

“Why did you report me to Mrs Alora?” He threw a question at me as He demanded to know why I had reported him to Mrs. Alora.

"I'm sorry, Max, I didn't mean to get you in trouble," I said, trying to placate him. But he wasn't having any of it.

"You should have thought about that before you went and ran your mouth," he spat back.

Max turned on the light in the musty house, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized that he had taken me to an abandoned pavilion. The roof was caved in, and the walls were crumbling. There was garbage and debris strewn all around, and it looked like nobody had been there in years.

I shivered as a cold breeze blew through the broken windows. Max noticed my discomfort and smirked. "Don't worry, Ava. This is where we'll be spending some quality time together," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was none. The only exit was the way we came, and Max was blocking it. My heart sank as I realized that I was completely trapped.

“Please let me go.” I pleaded as a drop of tear fell off my eyes.

"Let you go? Are you kidding me, Ava? You think I'm just going to let you walk away after what you did? You need to be punished," he said menacingly.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but I knew it wasn't going to be good.

Suddenly, he looked at me and gave me a devilish smirk.

“You want me to release you right.” He questioned me and i nodded my head without hesitation.

"If you really want to make it up to me or leave this place, Ava..”

“You can start by giving me a perfect blow job." Max requested.

“What is the meaning of blow job?”

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