Play the song whenever you want, cause idk what part to play it at...
Her outfit:
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~Chandler's P.O.V~
"Because you and your brother brought up mine." I say.
His eyes get super wide, at my words. He gets up from his desk, and I stand also. Despite me standing, even him standing far away from me I could tell that he's much taller than me. He goes to a tan looking file cabinet and starts to punch it. With every punch the sound of the metal bending gets louder, and so does his grunts. This is one of the few times I've actually been quite attracted to Mr. Dolan. He stops punching the file cabinet, and it's all bent up. Every inch on the cabinet is ruined.
He straightens himself up, and stands in front of me. His stature is very intimidating, even more now that he just beat the shit out of a file cabinet. He looks me in my eyes, and I look away from him. I try to focus my eyes everywhere, but on him. I don't get it. He's in the hot seat, but I the one who feels hot and bothered.
Normally I would have told him to back the fuck up, but he's so mesmerizing. I can feel my throat getting dry. The huge classroom, now feels like the tiniest box in the world.
We stay like this for a couple minutes, but he picks me up by my hips, and sets me down on top of the desk behind me. He leaves me there, and leans back on his desk with his hands.
"What did you hear?" He asks.
I just sit there. I just can't seem to find the words, that I need to say. I just sit there like a drone or something, but on the inside I feel like I just took 1738 shots of caffeine.
"I asked you a question, Chandler." He says.
I still don't answer. I can comprehend everything he's saying, but I just can't talk.
He steps closer to me, and rests his hand on my thigh. I guess that kinda snapped me out of my mini trance.
"W-what are you doing?" I ask.
"Finally she's awake." He jokes.
"Haha. Very funny." I say.
"Can you answer my question now?" He asks.
"Yes." I say.
"Answer the question." He says.
"I just did. You said answer your question, but you didn't say which one." I say.
"You are so fucking sarcastic." He says.
"It's my profession, baby boy." I say.
"Cute nickname. Now answer the question." He says.
