Chapter 21: Detention

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--Claireece P.O.V--

"May I help you?" I ask, my eyebrows slightly raised. He shook his head with the smirk plastered on his face. Oh how I'd like to mount hi--

"Nope, just doing what I'm suppose to do." he replied cooly.

"And what is that to be exact?" I asked. He looked at me and smirked even more, if it's possible.

"Well, I am suppose to be here for detention. But now that I see you, princess... I want to talk."

"Don't call me that, and I'm pretty sure that talking is allowed in detention." he shrugged and leaned back in his chair, legs apart and hands behind his head.

Holy baby hams!

He is really not helping. I can tell my underwears are ruined now. All the things I'd do to him, the pleasure I'd give him. Stop, Claireece, stop! Your torturing yourself. He turned to me sniffed the air a bit before smirking at me. Oops.. He smells it.

"Princess, I got you so hyped." he said in a winny tone. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"I don't know what your talking about." I played dumb.

"Yea you do." he said. I felt him lean closer.

"Whatever." I sassed.

"Ok detention is over!" Mr. Dale yelled. I quickly got up and picked up my stuff. I walked as fast as I could to leave the classroom.

"You just gonna leave without me, princess..?" Ray asked walking behind me. I shrugged.

"Got better things to do." I reply. I heard him snort a little.

"Let me take you to get some coffee, or see a movie, or something." he insisted. I stopped on my tracks and turned to him.

"Don't you have better things to do? Probably some weird 'Alpha duties'?" I asked cooly. He shrugged and shook his head.

"Nothing is more important than my mate." he replied. I swear my heart skipped a beat. I rolled my eyes and turned around.

"Whatever." I mumble.

"I'm taking that as a yes." he stated. I shrugged and walked out the school doors.

"Come on then." he said grabbing my arm and pulling me towards a car. Its classy. But not my type. Red Audi R8 Spyder. Definitely not my type. He pulled me to the passenger's side and opened the door. I stared at the leather inside and looked at me.

"Go in." he insisted.

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