We havent spoken a single word these past few days. I wondered what he thought of me. He didnt really give any feedback nor compliments. After we finished I just kind of.. left?
I sat down at my desk, unpacking my things, I see a tall figure stand infront of me. I slowly look up to see him. It was actually him. What did he want now?
I get on my feet looking up at him. He had this sexy look on his face. As if he wanted something, and that something was me. I wasnt going to give him a single thing. "Douche", I whisper to him. "You and your crayola dick can fuck off!". "Well thats not very nice now, is it sweetheart?" he said seductively. I felt my fists clenching up. I hated him. He had used me, I knew that from the start. "Call me that one more time" "What?" "I said call me that one more time, and youll see what happens!", I yell. Basically the whole class was listening and staring.
He leans into me and whispers: "You dont know what you do to me"
I sit down and start blushing a bit. I did know what I did to him. And knowing the whole class was watching, they had to know something was going on between us by now.
I just sat there waiting for the bell to ring so I could leave this hellhole. I stared at the clock the whole hour. Counting the ticks. -Just two more minutes. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock-
Then boom, it rang. I got up as fast as i could and packed my bag, hoping id be faster than him but no, he was already standing in front of me.
"Come with me, im giving you a ride" "No, im not getting in your stupid car"
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to his car. He opened the door and demandingly pointed with his finger, telling me to get in.
-A free ride cant hurt though-
I step up and sit in the comfortable white leather seats. I forgot about how rich he was.
Usually he was a complete dick to everyone but he was nice to me. I liked it. I liked the attention he gave me. I like how he wanted me.
About half way through the drive to my house, he put his hand on my thigh gripping tightly. As if he needed human touch.
