Blood Loss (re)

#9 What He Has To Say.

We turn a corner and Xavier pulls me into a classroom, shutting the door, he pushes me up against the wall.

I wasn't sure whether to scream or make out with him. The emotions of fear and arousal were equal, butting heads. He leans over me, licking his lips, glaring down into me. Through me. My breathing quickens, he brushes a strand of hair back. A small smile creeped up on his face.

"What...?" I asked obliviously. I knew he wasn't acting right but I feened innocence.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, making my body take a screenshot, shivers running down my spine. "You look pretty today." That's not an answer though. I can tell that's not all he has to say. I press my hands against his chest trying to throw a hint his way. I didn't wanna piss him off but I figured if he took the hint, I could leave.

His pecs were rock hard though. And his body was extremely warm. He wasn't sweaty though and he didn't look feverish... I press a hand to his forehead and he steps back after a moment, shocked. I smirk.

"Do you have a fever? You feel super warm." He's taken aback by my question. Definitely unexpected for him since he was just pinning me to the white board.

"Wh-what...?" He asks, shock still filling that pretty face of his. He's backed into a desk now.

I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest again. "It's weird though," I start rubbing his nipples through the fabric. "You feel warmer here than your forehead. Is that normal? It might be." I can't decide but I slide my hands down and cup his ribs with my hands and lean my head against his chest. "Your heart is beating so fast, hey Xavier are you okay?"

I look up at him, my hands falling to his waist. His breathing is heavy, but his expression takes the cake, he's looking down, his jaw gaping. His cheeks bright red. I don't think he expected me to make a move back. He was shocked but the bulge in his pants had something else to say.

He choked down his spit and gritted his teeth in thought.

"How..." he starts but then trails off before leaving the classroom. That was interesting to say the least. Has a girl never made a move on him? He looked like he fell through all the stages of grief, and landed on his ass.

I sigh, leaning against a desk. I never got to hear what he wanted to say.

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After school I start heading to the auditorium, and I'm once again stopped by the blonde with pretty cobalt blue eyes. I grit my teeth.

"You came back for more?" I twirl my hair with a finger and he blushes before shaking his head.

"No, I came to... I mean I wanted to ask..." his words are disheveled. "I wanted to ask you out... on a date." He finishes, avoiding eye contact. It was cute to see him so bashful, what with his usual pride, now being in pieces on the floor. Though I had no problem believing he'd glue them all back together again by next week. But I think I'd like to just keep knocking them back apart again. Why not make him whimper at my mercy?

I chuckle, and his eyes widen. He grits his teeth again stilling his breathing and tucks his hands in his pockets, waiting.

"Tell you what," I put a hand on his shoulder and he flinches. "Get a ticket to our performance this weekend and you can take me anywhere you like. As long as it's not lame." I offer, with a smirk.

"Okay." He says, i think he's given up on defiance today. "Where can I buy tickets?"

"The student council manages ticket sales, but I think you can ask the main office too." I answer, slipping my hand down his arm before breaking away. He's shaking but I can't tell if it's from embarrassment or anger.