I made it to the hallway. I looked around, confusingly, not knowing the way to the detention room. I decided to roam about for a while. I was admiring the art room when someone suddenly ran into me. I was surprised all my bones didn't break because it felt like i was hit by a car(on the shoulder). All my books went flying every-which-way. "Ughh!!!", i groaned. holding my shoulder in pain. I wanted to tongue-lash the hard-chested creature who bumped into me but i was mute the moment i lifted my head to look at him. He had the kindest eyes, long luscious hair, and this adorable sexiness. I was drooling and i didn't even know it.
"Watch where you're going, newbie.", he said, patting my head a little too roughly. I looked at him with disbelief, he was attractive but he was also definitely psychotic. "Uh, you were the one who ran into me", i almost screamed. He smirked, his eyes piercing into mine. God, he looked so hot. Get a grip, Tasha. "Fine, i'm sorry", he said, nonchalantly. I shook my head, held my head high and was starting to walk away when he dragged me back. I jerked in shock immediately i felt his tight grip on my shoulder, he noticed and quickly withdrew his hand. The sensation of his touch lingered. "You look lost, where're you going?", he asked in his deep, enticing voice. "I kinda got detention so i'm looking for the death room", i said. I was swept off of my feet, yeah practically, unto his shoulder, i wasn't expecting to be carried like a pile of weightless paper so i kinda mis-swallowed my saliva, it went to the wrong place and i started coughing, i thought he'd take that as a cue to drop me, but no, he kept on moving to the unknown, holding me tightly. We got to an empty room, he tore the door open and dropped me harshly on a table. "Welcome to detention", he said, closing the door. I glared at him, battling the urge to rip his whole body apart and feed it to vultures. You know you don't want that to happen, said my inner self. Oh, shut up, i said to my inner self. I was snapped out of my monologue by the sound of his footsteps, he was walking towards me with a mischievous spark in his eyes, slowly and gradually. My heart was beating super fast, i was in a secluded room with a mound of hotness and insanity. He was standing right before me, he put two fingers under my chin and lifted my face up. We were so so close, faces only inches apart, we were staring directly into each other's eyes. He leaned in closer, my heart beating faster. I couldn't move, my ass was glued to the table. He looked at my lips and bit his lower lip. Oh, my God, my first kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned in closer until i felt him move away, followed by a stifled laughter. The psycho was actually laughing at me, i mentally face-palmed myself and closed my eyes in embarrassment.Idiot.