Christian opened his locker and dumped his books. A number of letters fell down from his locker. Fan mail, he thought picking them up and dumping them again inside not bothering to open one.They have a gig tonight and he really felt like not going. He just wants to have a rest at his unit. Graduating student really is very exhausting. Aside from that he also has other extra co curricular activities to attend to like the band for instance. Don't get him wrong. He loves singing at the band, loves the crowd when they went wild, loves all the fans but juggling that with his studies when he is graduating is really quite hard.
"Hi babe." Chrissy greeted him, circling her hands at his waist.
He smiled and kissed her briefly.
"Hello babe." He answered back.
Minutes later, they were in an empty classroom, making out.
"Chris somebody might enter the room," Chrissy said in between kisses. Glancing nervously at the room door. She was perched on the teachers table.
"Really, classes were finished half an hour ago." Christian replied. This is what he needed totally right now. He kissed her hard. She answered back with equal passion. This is what he likes about Chrissy, she's so game... His hands started travelling down her back. He went to unclasp the hook of her brassiere. She moaned. She's aroused immediately. He smiled.
He began attacking her neck and whispered "let's have a quickie babe."
Her hooded eyes nodded and began raising her skirt but in that moment someone went inside the room.
"Mr Davidson, I would like to interview you for the ..." the girl stopped what she was about to say when she realized what had she interrupted. She seemed embarrassed more for herself than him.
"Fuck!! Don't you know how to knock!!" Christian hollered. Chrissy by then had jumped from the table and rearranged her skirt and uniform and stood up.
Kristine cowered. "I'm sorry Mr Davidson. I didn't know you have company. I'll just go back again..." she trailed off, not daring to look at him, at them. Crap! He's super mad, Kristine paled.
"Go back?? Where? Who the hell are you??!" Christian exclaimed angrily. Chrissy went to his side after arranging herself and waved her goodbye.
"Don't scold the kid babe. It's not her fault. I'll see you later okay." She kissed him lightly on the lips aNd went out leaving him with the girl.
When Chrissy went out that's the time when Kristine found her tounge back. "I'm Kristine from the school paper..." she introduced herself. Kristine was wishing that the floor would just open up and swallow her whole. How the hell was she to know that he's not alone. Geez, really making out in a classroom and he expected her to knock?? She stared at him angrily.
"Are you really from the school paper and not some stupid stalker??" he asked harshly zipping his fly.
God. He's really not embarrassed to zipped his fly infront of her. Kristine wanted to punch the man. And what did he called her?? A stalker?? Wow. His ego really is so big. What an airhead. And to think he got lots of fans out there, if they only knew his attitude.
"I'm really from the school paper." Kristine said and rummaged in her bag to get her ID. She gave it to him.
He grabbed her ID and studied it for a minute. "I wont be doing the interview with you.," he spat.
Her jaw dropped. Really. What did he want? He got my ID I'm not kidding him right??
"Listen. I'm sorry if I just fucking saw you almost fucking your girlfriend okay," she blurted out. She was so pissed off.
His eyes widened at her reply.
"Sharp tongue huh!Looks like you're not sorry at all." he jeered. Then started walking to the door. Still holding her ID.
"Wait. Im really sorry." She really wasn't sorry at all."Could I just have my ID back then." Kristine demanded extending her hand and waited for him to surrender it.
He looked at her tauntingly. "I wont give your ID back unless you're really sorry."
She counted from one to five.
"I. am. Really. Sorry.," Kristine repeated her apology, stressing each syllables and bowed her head. She started to grind her teeth, deeply hating the man the more. She watched as he went back to where she was standing, following his footsteps. Kristine didn't like what was happening. She felt that something really bad was about to happen. He tipped her chin and force her to look at him.
"If youre really sorry would you be willing to make amends?" he inquired dangerously.
She catched her breath sharply. Make amends?? What did this man want?? To replace her girlfriend for the fuck that didn't happened?? Really. That was asking too much.
"I don't see why you couldn't get over it. You would be doing it later anyway remember??"Kristine reminded him. Her girlfriend had said that they would see each other later on right. Plenty of time to do that again.
"I really don't like the way you answer. And for the record, when I say making amends that doesn't mean fucking. That would be like pleasure and were talking about punishment." He said hardly. "See you around." He said and leave her there looking at his leaving back wishing him dead.
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The relationship contract
ChickLit"At least I did not lie the first time. I want you. In my bed. Warm and Wanton. No strings attached. I wont poked into your business and dont poke in mine. Do we have a deal??" Christian said seriously as if talking about some business deal. Kristin...
