{PART FOUR}
Eyanna's eyes were wide open as Connor's lips landed on hers. She was paralyzed. It took her a long time to register what just happened. Connor pulled back and he smirked, satisfied. Eyanna was still stunned. Connor chuckled lightly.
"Was that your first kiss?" he asked. "Well, did you like it, babe?"
Eyanna blinked then scowled. Without warning, her palm came in contact with Connor's cheek. You can hear the sharp, harsh sound of her slap. It caught Connor off-guard. He places his hand over his red cheek. He flinched when he touched it because it stung. Really bad.
Man, she slaps hard, he muses.
"Hey," he says. "What did you do that for?"
"Why the hell did you do that?" Eyanna snaps angrily.
"Well, you're hot," Connor states as matter-of-factly.
"So what?" Eyanna says, disgusted. "So when there's a person who you think is hot, you will kiss them like a stupid male prostitute?"
Connor was stunned and he became speechless.
"Will you?!" Eyanna asks in a loud voice that seemed to echo across the room. Connor swallowed but he didn't answer. Eyanna scoffed then shook her head.
"You are truly a manwhore. Connor Danes," she says, beginning to leave. Connor clenched his fist then roughly pulled Eyanna's arm. Eyanna turned to him, shocked though it was not visible on her expression.
"I am not a manwhore," Connor says through gritted teeth. Eyanna breathed in and out as she stood her ground. She looked at him blankly and unfazed.
"Then what are you?" she says. "You are not a manwhore? Are you sure? As far as I heard, you lept with half of the girls here in school. Tell me then. What are you?"
Eyanna brushed off Connor's loosening grip on her then quickly left. Connor watched her go then clenched his fists tightly.
"You don't know who you're talking to," Connor says, barely audible. He looks at the open door.
"You're gonna get it," he says. "I'm going to make you fall for me. Whatever it takes."
~
It's the second period for the afternoon classes and Jake hasn't seen Connor around. He hasn't seen Eyanna either.
Maybe, she's in the girls' room... crying. Maybe because of the stupid prank. Jake doesn't know but he knows that Eyanna Jefferson wouldn't just run away. She didn't even run away when the prank happened. Why would she run away now?
Mr. Petra was discussing about the French Revolution and Jake couldn't care less. He continued to stare blankly at the board as Mr. Petra continued babbling about how the French Revolution started. Just then, a knock was heard from the open door. Everyone's heads turned to the door. Jake's eyes widened, as well as the others, when he saw who was at the door.
It was Eyanna Jefferson, but not quite like the Eyanna Jefferson. She looked... different. She actually looked... hot? Jake is still stunned.
"And why are you late, Ms. Jefferson?" Mr. Petra asks.
"Just got... lost," she replies. "The prncipal called me awhile ago and we had a conversation."
"Oh, well then," Mr. Petra says. "Take a seat."
Eyanna nods then walks toward her seat at the front. All eyes were on her the whole time. When she was able to sit down. Someone whistled. The kind of whistle that's usually made by guys which means 'hey, that girl's hot". Jake flinched.
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Teen Fiction"Hey," he says. She sees him then rolls her eyes. "What do you want?" she asks, annoyed. "About that thing, don't tell anyone," Jake says. "You'd face hell if you attempt to." Eyanna laughed. "Yeah, right," she says. "You're fucking kidding me, righ...
