School was officially over. I gather my books when the bell rang and waited for the classroom to file out before I came in.
Melanne came through the door last.
"C'mon you can ditch - Ms. Garner will be back tomorrow and we can just avoid Mr. Styles" She whispered.
I looked at her for a second then looked in the classroom.
Mr. Styles was cleaning the board.
"C'mon!" I yelled, she yanked my arm and we started running down the hall.
"Hey!" We heard him yell behind us.
He sounded like he was following us, and getting closer.
Right as I was about to turn the corner to the to exit door he caught my forearm. "Shit." I muttered.
***
"Now - you can just sit there and wait for 4:30 young lady."
I began to get annoyed with his attitude. Yes, he was hot but he's not the boss of me..I sighed as he turns away erasing the board. "Okay... Mr. Styles I'm sorry but I really have somewhere else to be. . ." I tell him confidently walking towards the door. "Can't we do this another time?"
"No, we cannot. . ." He puts the eraser down and strides slowly over to me, coming closer and closer, untill I was backed against the door. "Because there is something I need to confess. . ."
My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. . . what does he mean?
"Brooke. . . I see you walking around, in tight shorts and tops that show off your body. . ." He paced back and forth near the whiteboard. "You've had many boyfriends. . . ."
"... But I bet they cant make you feel like I can."
My heart starts to pound fast. What was he going to do?
He walks up to me and kisses my lips roughly I am completely caught off guard and try hard to keep up... But he barely gives me time to catch my breath. And when I gasp for air, he takes advantage of my mouth being slightly open and gently slides his tongue inside.
The way we make out just makes me melt inside, and I feel myself getting wet.
He lips find there way down my jawline and down my neck... Kissing back up to my ear where he grazes my earlobe gently.
"Jump." He orders breathly in his sexy voice and I follow his orders.
He sits me on his desk and kisses my neck urgently, biting my neck-- hard.
Though I can't lie, his agressivness.. it turns me on.
He reached for my blouse slowly buttoning it down, my heart races in anticipation... I can't believe I'm doing this.
In seconds my shirt and skirt is pulled off and across the room. His green eyes travel down my body wonderingly.
"So beautiful... perfect."
I feel my cheeks heat up slightly... as much attention as I get from men-- no one has ever really called me beautiful... Sexy and hot, yes-- Beautiful, no. Him saying im beautiful just makes me feel really... beautiful.
