The One She Chooses

The Devil attacks but I Strike Back.

I walk through yet another long corridor in attempt to find my way out of the auditorium, and into the main building where classes are. The next class doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes so I’m not panicking, it’s just that this hall isn’t lit very well which scared me a bit. Well maybe I am panicking. I’ve never been in this part of the school before. People only came here to have sex and skip class, which I’ve, for the most part, never done.

I break out of my short term panic attack when I hear another set of footsteps squeaking against the floor. I stop in my tracks and turn around.

A million things raced through my mind in that moment. Why would you turn around you stupid bimbo. The killer is going to be wearing a mask.  Or maybe it’ll be some alien. Scenes from The Faculty shot through my brain. I’m too young to die was the last thought I had when I placed my eyes on the empty hallway behind me.

Oh shit I’m dead!

I broke into a sprint looking for the exit. I turned locked handles of doors. Came to exit doors with chains on them and I got nothing. Turning around as I came face to face with yet another bolted fire escape door. I ran face to chest with someone who felt like a brick wall.

I looked up to see the face the serial killer that will send me to my demise, coming in contact with the most mesmerizing green eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. I couldn’t break contact with them, it’s like they were capturing my soul.

Before I could even attempt to disconnect my gaze, my body was flung against the brick wall causing me to whimper in pain. I close my eyes; I hope it’s over quick.

I feel a set of lips kiss my neck, causing me to shiver, sending sparks down my spine.

“Are you lost sweetheart? Do you need some help?” There it was again. That voice so sweet but rough. It was Cameron’s voice.

All pleasure that was sparked moments ago was disintegrated by pure fear. He was going to hurt me I can feel his intentions.

I closed my eyes even tighter than they were, “Please don’t hurt me.” I whimpered.

 Here we go, goodbye cruel world. I’m going to be killed by my bully how typical. Damn it I wish I could’ve finished my bucket list before I died.

Cameron’s strong hands traveled from the wall down my shoulders and grasped my wrists.

“If I wanted to hurt you, it would already be done pumpkin.”

I wrench my eyes open and attempted to shove him back but my wrists never left my side.

“Let me go.” I say through clenched teeth.

We have a mini staring contest before he swings my wrists out of his hand and walks away.

Rage begins to fill my body as I watch his back walk away. Wait a damn minute who does he think he is?

He’s Cameron Thompson that’s who he is.

I shut my inner voice up, and race towards his back thrusting my fist in the air like an angry old woman.

“Who do you think you are Cameron? You’re just going to leave me back there, what’s wrong with you?”

I was nearing him; I was only a few short steps behind him now. Letting my anger control me I poked the annoying cunt in the shoulder.

“Hello, I’m talking to-“

I was rudely cut off by a wall of lean muscle chest. Cameron caressed my face his eyes bore into mine. My anger was once again subsided as he rubbed my cheek with his thumb, pushing my hair behind my ears. What is this boy doing to me? Why am I letting him touch me? Why am I even in this predicament? This is just another scheme to embarrass me, or maybe to take his anger out on me. I have no Idea what is going on.