Marked

3|Friend|3

"Hey, you doing anything tonight, bro? Well, besides sitting at home with your nose in a book," Sebastian joked from behind my locker door. I shut it and looked up at him, surprising a laugh. A British accent with American slang is not at all flattering. My giggle is silenced when I  make direct eye contact with those stunning orbs.

"You are free? What, no one else will let you nip at their ankles for a night?"

"I am many a thing, Ciel Phantomthorn. But I am not an ankle biter."

"Oh, that's right," I beamed in mock enthusiasm, "you're a hip biter." I swear I saw a hint of pride in his face when I said that. He is such a pig. "And it's Phantomhive."

"See pal, that's something I would know if we went out tonight."

"I already told you, Michaelis. I am not going on a date with you." I began to walk away, but he followed. He was doing that a lot lately, chasing my around like a lost puppy. If he kept it up, I might have to slap a collar on him and take him to the pound. I smiled at the idea of Sebastian being the submissive one for, what I would have to guessed, the first time in his life. I chucked to myself, wondering how long he could keep this up.

"Now, who said it was a date? I just figured we could partake in some plutonic dude fun."

"Right, of course. And I suppose you aren't going to attempt to straddle me in your carseat on the way there," I snort, "guy-pay-dude?" I can't help but break into hysterics.

"It isn't a date," he half-whispered, and I swear a saw a hint of blush on those high ass cheek bones of his. "I just want to show you that I am a nice guy. Let me take you out to dinner. Let's start over." All of the boyish lingo was gone and he looked genuine, but you know what they say about looks. They can be deceiving. He rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked nervously. My heart fluttered the smallest bit.

It is also said that looks could kill.

I sigh, bringing down my composure the slightest bit. I take a half second to look into his eyes. Pushing past the colors and the lust and the little white lies, I find an impenetrable pool of bright red perseverance. How long would he keep this up?

"You're not going to give up until I spend at least an hour of my time with you outside of school, are you?"

"That's all I ask." Sebastian's body transformed from desperate and scrunched to tall and confident and... sinister. I bit my own lip, what had I just gotten myself into?