Jake
The bell rang and I stood up to leave. I had already packed up my things 5 minutes before class ended, I couldn't stand being in that science classroom for more than an hour.
As I was walking down the hallway I thought to myself, who is emma? She seems like a total doorknob, but there's something mysterious about her. Her gaze is electrifying, her gorgeous crystal blue eyes stand out. They hypnotize me. I can imagine looking into those eyes as I shove her against a wall while she pleads and begs for me and only me. I would growl as she scratches her nails down my back as I pull her messy hair to the side and bite her neck, to finally mark her as mine.
I snapped out of it and thought back to the end of class. I had tried asking her if she had a pencil, but then she started fucking crying?? Like damn I didn't know pencils were that big of a deal, maybe she has a bad past with.. pencils..? I mean, she is always using pens, or... maybe some douche attacked her with pencils. Aha! That must be it. Some dude she dated must've assaulted her with a pencil. Why else would she be crying? It makes sense too, who wouldn't want a hot date like emma? (bro is delusional)
Whatever. I'll find whoever hurt Emma one day, then beat the shit out of them. Nobody hurts my girl, nobody will make such an angel cry like that ever again. Well, besides me, while I-
Before I could finish my train of thought, I felt someone crash into my chest, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around their waist to keep them from falling. Wait, small waist, long hair... emma?? Am i... holding the girl I've been fantasizing about in my arms right now?
All of my hopes and dreams came crashing down once I looked down, and low and behold, the worst part of my day is sitting in my arms.
For fucks sake. I sighed. It's this bitch again.
Heather looked up at me through her lashes, she smiled, offering a look of false innocence. There's a glint in her eyes when she hugs closer.
I scoff and push her off of me. She stumbles off, but never loses her smug smirk. Fucking whores, all of them are the same. These bitches need to be put in their fucking place. I seethe, but then I realize I'm still in a hallway filled with people. They walk by, looks of jealousy and envy bounce across the air like a baseball game. Fast and dismissive.
Girls stare at heather. Guys glare at me.
Guys drool over heather, girls thirst over me.
We're the talk of the school, but this is the last place I want to be right now.
Heather latches back onto me, resting her hands on my shoulders as she fiddles with her fingers nervously behind my neck.
It's all a fucking act.
"Heather, get the fuck out of my way. I need to head for class." I growled.
"Babyy, don't play hard to get, since when did you care about class anyways? Let's skip, I'll make it worth your while~" She purred, as she nicked my neck with her teeth.
"Didn't you hear what i said this morning? Huh? Fuck you piss me off so badly. Do you need me to repeat it again?" I sneer, "heather, I would never choose someone as pathetic as you to be my mate" I yell, with the little amount of self control i have left. I am this close to showing this bitch down the stairs.
Instead, I dig my fingers into her forearm and move her aside, the force slamming her head into a locker. She winces then glares at me before gasping then falling to the floor. Crying out about how "painful" it was. Bystanders stare and gawk, but I'm sick of it all. I want to fucking leave.
I know damn well that shit didn't hurt. I rolled my eyes and walked away while her little friends went to help her up, screaming swears at me as I moved down the hallway. Dramatic bitches.
I looked up, and at the end of the hallway- wait, emma..?
She and I locked eyes before she disappeared around the corner, her heels clacking and echoing through the hallway as she ran away.
Shit. Did she see all that? What if she thinks I like to abuse women? What if she doesn't want to get near me anymore?
Shit.
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