Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 5: "It's Tiffany."

The sound of the door closing echoes throughout the empty room. "Please don't scream..." A voice sighs tiredly from behind me. He lets me go and I nod, too afraid to turn around.

I've been dragged into an empty classroom by some stranger!!

And not even once did I try to fight back!?

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, "AHHHHHHH!"

I swing around, dropping my textbooks and notebook. I raise my fists, "TAKE THIS, BITCH!?!"

I begin throwing punches aimlessly, praying this will at least freak my attacker out enough to scare them off.

I'm not hitting anything!!

Where'd they go?!

"These are just for show, huh?" A deep voice says, somehow grabbing my glasses from off my face. "HEY!!! GIVE THOSE BACK!!!" I shout, opening my eyes, my vision completely blurry. Taking a step forward, I trip and land on his chest.

I yelp, jumping back and nearly falling onto my backside, but he grabs hold of my hands. He pulls me back upright, and I blush at how warm his hands are compared to my clammy ones.

He chuckles, gently gripping my hands in his. I yelp, as he yanks me forward, his minty breath fanning against my face as he says, "Geez, you're clumsy~ "

Why did he say it like that?!!!

All seductive like!!!

I snatch my hands from his, feeling flustered. I shout at him, angrily, "GIVE ME BACK MY GLASSES, YOU THIEF!!!"

I glare at what I think is him, raising my fists, "Give them back!! Give them back right now!!!"

"Okay! Okay!" He laughs, grabbing my arms, "I'll give you back your glasses, Little One."

Little One?

"My name is Tiffany," I reply, annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Tiffany, got it."

Slowly, he places my glasses onto my face, "You better be lucky you're cute as hell, or else I would've never given these back." I blush at that comment as my vision returns. My eyes widen, as I stare up at him.

OH MY GOD!!!!

TIFFANY, BREATHE DAMMIT!

"Travis! Travis Reel!"

"Yes. It's me," He replies, slowly, raising a brow.

There's a long pause following after that, we staring at one another in complete silence.

Is it hot in here, or it is just me?!

"Um..." Travis mumbles, awkwardly, "Look, I just want to talk to you somewhere more private-"

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SPILL MY DRINK ON YOU, IT JUST KIND OF HAPPENED! IT'S NOT LIKE I SAW YOU AND JUST THOUGHT LET'S SPILL OUR DRINK ON THAT GUY AND RUN AWAY!!!" I shout, my brown eyes are wide.

His face contorts, uncertainty in his eyes. He nods slowly, denying, "What? No, I-"

"It was Jennifer's fault, she was being a major bitch to me, like usual, and I put that obnoxious hoe in her place!! So, I'd blame her for distracting me! If it weren't for her, I would've never spilled my drink! Hell, we never would've even met! Isn't that funny?! I think it's hilarious! Wait, no! That's not funny! Your shirt was ruined because of me! I'm sorry again! I know I would've been pissed if my favorite shirt was ruined! Hell! I was pissed when my shoes got ruined that night!!! Am I rambling? I think I-"