He pressed the keys on the controller faster and harder. The zombie finally fell to it's knees and he had won the level. "Wow," I said. "If there's ever a zombie apocalypse I know who to call on." I bit sown on a sour gummy worm and stared at Harry. He set the contoller down slowly and crawled over to me. "Are you..... making fun of me?" He asked daringly. "What? Nooooo!" I said, fake surprised. He pulled himself up to the coach and layed over me. "You sure?" He asked. "Because it sure sounded like it." He stared lustfully at me.
"I'm sure, Hazza," i whispered. "No. You were making fun of me. And bullies get punished." He said, smirking. "No, Harry...." i pleaded. His dark eyes held my blue orbs. "Yes!" He whispered dipping down into my neck. I moaned as he nibbled my neck. "You are going to regret teasing the Zombie slayer," he mumbled against my skin. He pulled away and carried me bridal style to his room. He slammed the door shut with his foot.
Oh God, he was going to punish me good.
