Painting romance - Choose your ending

Chapter 11: Lunch

After math I had history, but luckily it passed rather quickly especially without a certain someone.

I make my way out of class to grab some lunch.

I am crossing the hall towards my locker to get my lunch bag as I feel how someone grabs my arm.

I look in a pair of beautiful green eyes.

"Let go off me." I answer calmly.

"No." he just responds.

"We are grabbing lunch, now follow me outside" he says.

"One; I don't have a lunch pass to go outside. Two; I don't want to eat lunch with you." I reply.

I feel a lot of eyes on us.

"You don't want to be seen in public with Vitch, now do you?" I ask with a sweet mean smile.

"Michelle, we are grabbing lunch to find a way to work together on this assignment. Whether you like it or not." He says stern.

"No, we are not."

I am not letting myself be insulted or used by him.

Again.

"You just want me to go so I can make it for you." I answer.

"And to say I am sorry." He whispers.

I look at him for a second and shake my head.

"And then what, insult me some more?" I ask.

"I'll tell you, but not here." He says.

What does he want from me?

"Maxi, there you are." A loud pitching voice echoes through the hall.

I see Maxen cringe.

Anne-Marie rushes over towards us.

"Why are you standing here with Vitch, if you could sit with me and maybe make out." She says while almost groping him.

"Stop it." He says stern as he interferes her hand.

"You weren't complaining Tuesday evening." She says startled.

He quickly looks at me and then back to Anne-Marie.

Tuesday?

As in after the park?

Hi sighs.

"Anne-Marie, I need to make an assignment with her, otherwise I am excluded from math." He says.

"Why do you care?" she looks at him.

He sighs.

"Anne-Marie, just get lost." He sneers.

I look baffled at him, as she retreats with tears in her eyes.

The hallways have cleared it's just the two of us.

And before I can say something he starts dragging me towards the exit

He pulls me towards his car and opens the door for me.

"Get in" he says stern.

"Maxen I am not going anywhere with you." I answer.

"Yes, you are." He replies.

He cages me in between the door and his body, pressing his lower half against me.

"I am not." I reply as stern as possible.

I feel how his hand starts trailing over my leg, his thumb applying more pressure the higher it gets.

He moves closer to my neck, placing a kiss, trailing with his tongue along.