I gulp, taking in his stance. "You know, I don't think you should be touching that." I place my shaky fingers on his closed fist currently grasping at the doorknob. He cocks his head to the side, glaring at me with his icy eyes. "Too late doll." He...
I would like to begin this book with a very quick authors note :) I know the situation of the book will have a few holes seeing as if the things happening here happened in real life the measures taken would be different (for example the students would never be stuck in a school for more then 15 days) but bare with me it's all for the plot :)
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I watch him curiously. His midnight raven hair is messy enough to produce drool from his female admirers. His crystalline blue eyes stare off into space, looking concentrated. Cheekbones slightly rosy, drool worthy jawline, lips pressed into a firm line and eyebrows flawlessly plucked. Not a sign of any sort of pimple, skin blemish or any other imperfection. His white V-neck enhances his rock hard abs, along with his godly tan that looks even more compelling under his leather jacket. His washed jeans, may cover his athlete like legs. However, are unable to hide the bulge of the beast in between his legs.
Even a blind person could see how perfectly sculptured Hayes Hughes is. The guy could probably give Zac Efron, Channing Tatum and Francisco Lachowski some serious discomfort. All at the same time.
I bite my lip softly as I watch him lean his head back and smirk at thin air. As if he knew something I didn't. He closes his eyes softly as if enjoying the moment as he twirls the unused pen around his fingers.
His eyes open and land on my prying ones before I can look away, lifting a single eyebrow. His smirk turns into an arrogant smile. We hold our stares for few seconds, neither of us managing to look away. Neither of us giving in.
And before I can process his actions. He turns away. His smile fades into a firm line and his eyes cast outside the window, staring into oblivion, as the class continues. As if nothing ever happened.
Leaving my heart hammering with wasted adrenaline as the breath I didn't even know I was holding releases itself.
