Edie laughed as Karofsky led her with his hands over her eyes. "Dave! Where are you taking me? The chaperones are going to find us!"
"Just keep movin'," he said.
Something was up. Dave had been distracted all night, looking around to see who was watching them while they were dancing, looking after her while he was talking to his friends, while she danced with the couple other people who asked her. And his hands were a little tight over her face, his motions a little too rough. He was nervous.
Finally, he uncovered her eyes, and they were in the science room, the one with the big mobiles of the solar system hanging from the ceiling. "I thought we could look at the stars."
Okay, that was sweet. "Aww, Dave...that's so sweet, but we're gonna get into trouble for being back here without permission..."
"I gave myself permission," he said. "I'm a football player, and we can do no wrong right now." He took her hand and pulled her over to one of the tables, pushing her gently against it. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
She looked up at him, giving him a little, nervous smile. "Well, I guess I can't let your romantic gesture go unappreciated." Though this night has been weird enough already.
He pulled her close and kissed her, gently at first, but he quickly started pushing. Edie was no prude, and she'd dated lots of guys back home, and a couple of them had been serious boyfriends. But this was just too...off-character. He pushed the wrap from her shoulders, and his hands were too tight on her.
"Hey...hey, not so hard..."
"C'mon..." His voice had an edge to it, of what, she couldn't say.
She brought her hand up to his face. "Dave? What's going on here?"
He didn't answer, but he suddenly put his hands on her backside and somehow got her up on the table they were leaning against, and then he was holding her down.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit! "Dave! Stop this!" She struggled and brought her knee up right between his legs.
Karofsky yelled and backhanded her across the face hard.
Oh *hell* no, Edie thought, pissed off now, and bucked hard beneath him, rolling at the same time, so that she was out from under him, and then the next time he turned in her direction, she slammed her fist (with the large silver octopus ring) right into his face as hard as she could, then ran out of the room.
She didn't know her way around the school well enough, and so she ran through the dance floor as if pursued, though she didn't know if she was.
She wanted to run to the parking lot, only she didn't have her car...he'd driven her, and her father wasn't home. She was going to have to call a cab...
She stopped just outside the exit to the dance, hiding along a wall. She covered her eyes with her hand, trembling with reaction.