My Ginger King

Anger Takes Over

Ed's head snapped up once again with the comment Gordon made, and his flushed cheeks blended in with his illuminated hair.

He gave me a look of fury when I laughed slightly, and whipped his head back down to the pen being squeezed in his hand.

He growled slightly under his breath and broke the pencil in half, causing a few odd pupils to look back at him.

Gordon snorted quietly, which received a killing glare from the ginger. I could tell Ed was avoiding all eye contact with me, but I couldn't realise why..

A sudden jerk of a desk not so far away from mine woke me out of my dazed stupor, and I looked up to see the bulky leprechaun standing over me.

He grabbed my hand roughly and pulled me towards the exit of the classroom, weaving between desks and dismissing our teacher's protests with a wave of his hand.

Once we were outside in the empty corridor, Ed pressed me against the wall, his breath fanning onto my face.

We shared pants of exhaustion from the sudden movement that we just did out of the classroom, and he moved closer.

His body caged mine and his chin rested against my throat. My hands clenched at the sides from the position, and my heart hammered out of my chest.

Was it so that we were forbidden? The school skiddy-on-the-floor and football captain would never be seen together, but this differed massively...

I felt safe with him, here in his pure muscular arms, the scent of his Irish cologne spraying into my nose in aggressive tides.

"Who is he?" he spat against my skin, and I flinched slightly away from him. He grabbed my face in his sculpted hands and brought it towards his. "I said.. who is he?"

He had added a tinge more of anger with the last sentence, and I flinched away for the second time because of my.. past trauma.

"W-w-what?" he stammered in disbelief. His hands gently caressed my cheeks with care. "I would never hurt you, silly baka."

I smiled into his hands and he smiled back at me. I could feel him pushing my back ever so slightly against the wall.

His mouth went to my neck and licked up the sides of my skin. His hands roamed my extremely curvy hips and they flattened on my tummy.

"Such sweet skin, baka boo. It tastes like Irish cheese - my favourite." he panted against my skin. I squirmed away from him slightly because of the pressure building in my chest, and he looked at me dumbfounded.

"What is this, Ed?" I blurt out, pushing him away. "I'm skiddy-on-the-floor, and you're Ed Sheeran. We aren't on the same social levels by any means."

He laughed dryly. "It's bold of you to assume that I actually want you."

"I think that is slightly rude, don't you think ginger-boyo?" a new voice came from my right.

Ed pushed away from me to see who had come out into the hallway, and I followed his gaze to see Gordon Ramsay.

I hadn't realised I had been crying until I tasted salt on my lips, and I brushed them away quickly.

Gordon's eyebrows drew together when he looked at us, and he drew out a quick breath. His hand met the back of his neck and he smiled sheepishly.

The ginger scowled at him again. "What do you want, Gordon Rams-me?"

The other boy didn't laugh at Ed's joke, only came up towards him and pushed his finger in his face. "You don't get to treat her like that, you idiot."

"Get your finger out of my face." Ed smiled sarcastically. I pushed all thoughts of Abby Lee Miller that had entered my mind at that time, and I had to resist the urge to laugh.

Gordon brushed past Ed and grabbed my hand, swinging me smoothly so I hung around behind him. My arm curled around his bicep and he smirked.

A child had appeared at the end of the hallway and was watching the commotion play out, much like I was too.

Ed spotted him first and Irish jigged towards him aggressively, drop kicking him into the next hallway.

My hands bunched into Nicho's shirt, and his fingers brushed against my skin to soothe me.

"We're leaving, Nacho hair. Go play with someone else's feelings." Gordon spat at him.

Ed only looked betrayed in my direction, and I felt no remorse.

I felt a tug on my hand and we exited the school building through a door I hadn't even knew existed.

The weather was a lot nastier than earlier, and Don passed me his jacket. He squatted after I put on his jacket, expecting me to jump onto his back.

I climbed tenderly on bearing in mind my soreness from my floor slid earlier, and he wrapped my legs around his middle.

"Hold on tight, spider monkey." he giggled and took off into the trees, his usual run now an impeccable speed.

I felt him laugh as I squeezed my arms tighter around his neck.

"Not so fast, guys." a voice hissed from the trees.