His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...
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— 3 —
The rest of the day isn't as eventful as lunch. As usual, everyone settles back into their routine, going on as if nothing happened. Of course, no one tells on us, too afraid of what might happen to them if they snitch. Not that any of us would hit someone just because they told, but no one else believes that.
Still, even with the new professor as a distraction (which, yes, admittingly, I'd hoped he'd distract them long enough to get through the day), everyone's overly aware that I'm in the classroom. Periodically, they glance back at me, waiting to see if I'm going to explode, before turning back to the professor as soon as I catch their gaze.
If that doesn't make anyone want to explode, I don't know what will.
With an annoyed huff, I look out the window, leaning against the palm of my hand.
"Pst," a voice whispers. "Hey."
I turn to the culprit, raising an eyebrow at the kid unlucky enough to get stuck in the seat next to me: Ryan Something or Other. Unlike the rest, who've gone out of their way to avoid any sort of contact with me, this guy is the only one who's sat willingly next to me. Granted, he was paid twenty bucks at the beginning of the semester, but even with the money, they end up moving after the first few weeks.
"What?" I ask, bored but curious as to what made him speak to me. A dare, maybe? A test of courage?
"Do you know what she's been saying?" he asks.
I blink, caught off guard. "Um, no?"
"Shit," he breathes. Quickly, he smiles. "Sorry. You'll have to excuse my French."
I raise an eyebrow. Does this guy not realize who he's talking to? "It's fine." I wave him off, turning back to the window.
"Hey, wait, I don't think I know your name." He pulls me back. "I'm Ryan."
"Vixen," I answer with disinterest.
"V—"
"Vixen!" the professor, Dr. Kaiser, interrupts, looking from me to Ryan angrily. "What are you doing to Mr. Davis?"
I sigh. "Nothing much."
"I told you that if you messed with anyone in my class again, I'd send you to the dean's office with every intention of suspending—"
"Wait." Ryan stops her, raising his hand with confusion written on his face. "She wasn't doing anything to me; she was helping me."
The class starts murmuring, as surprised as I am to have someone other than my group of friends take up for me.
"Oh..." Kaiser clears her throat. "Well then, you should know that I don't allow talking during my lectures. Next time, I'll ask you to leave."
