How to be a Heartbreaker

7 ♥ cruel summer

I was walking down the hall when I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me into a nearby classroom.

"What the-"

"Relax, it's just me." He whispers.

I let out a sigh of relief before immediately turning around and shoving him off of me.

"Don't touch me."

"I thought you liked when I touched you...especially here." He whispers and grabs my waist to pull me against his hard chest.

I shove him off again.

"Well, you're wrong."

I try to turn back over to the exit but he somehow manages to pin me against the teacher's desk.

"You're still ignoring me?"

"No."

"Then why the fuck haven't you been replying to my texts."

"I haven't been getting them." I lied.

I watch as he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and begins typing away, a few seconds later my phone goes off.

"Check your phone." He says.

"No."

"Check it Margaux."

I sigh before pulling my phone out of my bag and low and behold, there's a message from him.

"Why aren't you replying to me?" He asks again.

"I don't have to if I don't want to, Harlan."

"Harlan? You never call me that."

"That is your name, isn't it?"

"Not to you it isn't."

I try to push him away but he doesn't budge.

"Let me go! I have to go to class!" I groan.

"It's lunch." He mutters bluntly.

"Well, then I need to go eat."

"We have a whole hour and I don't plan on letting you go until you talk to me."

"Fine, then I guess we'll be here all day."

"Fine by me."

I thought he would move away from me but he just stands there, both arms blocking any way of me escaping.

I continue staring at the floor and I can feel his eyes on me.

"WILL YOU STOP LOOKING AT ME?!" I snap.

"No."

"No?"

"No."

Someone knock me out with a brick.

I slowly begin looking up until I come face to face with him.

"Happy?" I mutter.

"Very." He smirks.