I dare you to kiss me

<Chapter 2>

~Authors note - please excuse any typos I'm kind of writing this @ 3AM~

Second day of school. Whew. I got this. I get up, turning off the alarm on my phone. I slowly make my way to the bathroom and hop into the shower. I get out, blow dry my hair, and curl it a little. I put on my thin sweater so I'm not too hot during school, and some jean shorts. I put on some mascara and eyeliner to look somewhat presentable.

I walk into school with my bag over my shoulder, and my English held against my side. I make my way to my locker, looking down so I don't have to look at anyone. I open my locker and take my heavy history book out of my bag, and put it in my locker. Starting to walk to class, I walk slowly down the hall, trying to avoid bumping into people. I bump into someone and mumble a "sorry". "Watch it, bitch." a familiar voice says. I look back to see Evan glaring at me. "S-sorry." I squeak. I turn forward again, walking faster to English class.

I get in my seat right before I hear the bell ring. I always manage to run into someone in the halls and today it just had to be Evan. Ugh. "Hey, Lydia." I'm pulled out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I mumble, looking around to see who said it. I see Sam, sitting in the seat next to me, looking at me. "I-I'm sorry. What was that?" I asked, a little shaken. "Could you grab that for me?" He says, pointing to under my chair. I glance down, and see a pencil. I grab it from under my seat, and hand it to him, making eye contact for a little too long. I automatically look back down to my desk. "Um, thanks." Sam says. I wonder how Sam actually knows my name? Crap, I didn't say your welcome. Well, it's too late now. He probably thinks I'm super rude. Wait, why would I care what he thinks?

The bell rings and everyone rushes out of class. I wait until I'm the last one in the room to leave, so I'm not crowded by a bunch of people, trying to get out. I walk into the hallway, and to my locker. I put in my English textbook, and get out my History book, which I need for my second class of the day. The halls are starting to empty out now, students getting into their classes. I start walking to History, when I feel a firm hand grab my waist. "Hey!" I say, turning around, to meet the cold eyes of Evan Starling. "Hey bitch." He says grabbing my wrist, and yanking me down the hall. "W-what are you doing?! I need to go to class!" I whisper-yell. He pulls me into a empty classroom, next to a vending machine. He closes the door, and locks it. "W-what do you want Evan?" I squeak. "I want you to stop "accidentally" running into me in the halls. I know you're just a whore that wants to get with me, but you don't have to show the world." He says, harshly. I stay quiet. "Why'd you run into me?" He almost yells. I keep quiet. "When I ask you a question I expect an answer!" He pushes me against the wall, my bag falling to the floor. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I whimper. "You're damn right you didn't mean to!" he hisses. "Don't let it happen again." He slaps me on the side. "If you want to get with me," he says, his hands trailing down my back,"then why don't you say so?" He grabs my ass. "Stop that! I don't want to get with you!" I swat his hands away. "You'll regret that." He whispers, heading for the door. "Bad girl. You get time out." "Wait, what?" I whine. He walks out of the room, closing the door, and locking me in.

Hope ya enjoyed! btw that's Sam in the picture ;)