Fallen Angel

Chapter 7

ELLA

The whole class, Christian just kept playing with my hair and it annoyed the living hell out of me.

I tried to ignore him the best I could and finally, there was only 15 minutes of class left.

Our teacher started talking about some project. Everyone immediately began talking to their friends and pairing up.

I felt someone tap me on my shoulder and as I turned around, I saw Christian. He smirked at me.

"So, what about we two pair up, Angel?" He asked, raising his eyebrows slightly, his eyes still being covered by those damn shades.

I cringed at his words and quickly shook my head. Sure, Christian is handsome and all that, but he annoys me way too much.

"Never in a million years, Hale," I said and turned my attention to the window as if it was interesting.

Christian chuckled and I swear I heard him muttered something similar to 'We'll see about that' under his breath.

I just shrugged it off and stared out of the window.

Our teacher cleared his throat and spoke. "No need to pair up class. I've already done that."

Everyone groaned, annoyed, and the teacher started naming the pairs.

I prayed that I wouldn't be paired up with Christian, but of course, luck wasn't on mg side today.

"And finally...Ella Dawson and Christian Hale."

I mentally yelled all the curse words I knew at the teacher. His choice made me so damn upset and angry.

Why me of all people?

Christian chuckled next to me and I turned my head to him.

I glared at him, annoyed as he smirked at me.

"See? We are paired up, Angel," he said and chuckled at my annoyance.

I groaned and threw my books in my backpack. I wanted nothing more than to get as far away from this annoying guy as possible. Even if it took leaving class early, which I rarely did.

"Yeah, sadly," I spat and got up from my seat, only to be pulled back by Christian.

I suddenly found myself sitting on his lap, his arms tightly around me, keeping me from moving. I literally couldn't move an inch, that's how tight his grasp was.

I saw all the girls in the class glaring at me, jealous expressions spread across their faces.

"Now, Angel, that's not a nice thing to do, is it?" I felt Christian's breath on my neck as he spoke.

I shivered. His breath was cold, freezing even. 

I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he only held me tighter.

"Let. Me. Go. Hale." I seethed through my teeth, now getting really annoyed by his actions.

Christian chuckled and shook his head, annoying me even more.

By now, everyone in the class had gone back to whatever they were doing and no one paid attention to the two of us.

"But Angel, class isn't over yet," Christian spoke, sending chills down my spine as his breath hit my neck again.

Jesus Christ, the things this boy does to me.

I wanted to moan so badly, that's how good his breath on my skin felt. But I can't just moan in the middle of a classroom.