Tord presses another soft kiss to your lips, gently tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. You can smell the tobacco on his breath, it reeks. You turn to hide your face, but get shoved up against the lockers, Tord trapping you between him and his locker. He pins your wrists up above your head, continuing to kiss you more forcefully. After a few minutes he focuses down on your body again, holding onto your waist and leaving your arms above your head