Cute Little Freshman [H.S.]

Excerpt

"Get out of my way." His velvety voice sent shivers down my spine.
"And why might I do that?" I retorted, my chest tightening as I looked up at him.
His lucious, chestnut colored curls were hidden under a beanie, his arms and visible chest littered with all different kinds of tattoos.
"Because I said so." He repeated, gritting his teeth.
"And who are you to tell me what to do? Besides, I'm sure this hall can fit more than a hundred people. But then again, I should move out of the way," I started, "because I'm not sure if this city can fit you and your ego."
The crowd that had formed around us gasped and ran out of the hall once his hands started to ball up into the form of a fist. "Little girl, do you know who I am?"
"No." I whispered meekly, suddenly afraid.
"I'm Harry Styles. The most feared gang leader of England."
"So? You don't scare me." I stated boldly, recovering from my previous state.
"I don't scare you, huh? What year are you in?" He asked, taking two more steps toward me.
"Freshman." I took a step towards him to show him that I wasn't scared.
He suddenly took hold of my hips and tightly grasped my skin as he pushed me into a wall, instantly dipping his head to sink his teeth slowly and painfully into my neck. "My, my, aren't you a cute little freshman?"