Don't Play With Me[bxb]

Chapter 8

"Ummmmmm," I laugh nervously, "funny meeting you here?" My eyes race around back and forth looking for any means of escape.

"Well funny isn't the word I would use. Maybe exciting."

Oookkkkaaayyy. This guys is obviously not right in his mind so I should obviously scream RAPIST right now.

Oh if only I was that smart. 😔😔😔

"Well Mr.Adonis, I kind of have to change so I can go eat some free ice-cream sooo... if you could please let me go." Please let me gooooo!!!!!!!!!

He smirks that smirk of his. Is that the only expression he's capable of? Sheesh such a basic person.🙄🙄 The only good thing about him is his face.

I stare at him, yep definitely his face. 🤤

"Go ahead. I'm not stopping you. In fact, since I'm feeling so nice I'll even help you.", his breath tickled my ears, causing my knees to go weak and my eyes to tear up. His hands traced my collar bone and back, making me tense.

"Aww little bunny has no words? What happen to that confidence earlier", he whispers the last part so close that his voice echoes in my mind. "Did I scare it out of you?"

"I-I-I don't, no I, well, just please let me go." God I was pathetic but he does scare me, he terrifies me and what's worse was that I knew that he wasn't going to stop.

"You know, it's no fun when you have no reaction." His hands traveled lower until it reached just the hem of my shorts as I squeak out is surprise. "Guess I'll have to get one out of you."

His grip loosens and with the reflex training of 10 years of volleyball, I ran like the devil himself was chasing me, which in a sense, HE WAS.

OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD I'M GONNA DIE TODAY. 😭😭😭 I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY BYE TO MY PARENTS OR KRIS OR MY FRIENDS OR EVEN THE SPARTAN CAPTAIN WHO I TOTALLY BLAME FOR THIS WHOLE SITUATION.

May god have mercy on my poor and cute soul and let me live another day.

Twisting and tiring, I sprinted in the maze of the locker room, an ominous and looming presence catching up to me. I turn back, hoping for just some small reassurance that he had given up.

That was a bad decision.

There he was, not breaking a sweat, a mere few inches away from me, I whipped back around but it was already too late. My short legs were no match for his built limbs as his arms encircled me once more and the we were falling, and the only thing I could do was close my eyes and think of one name.

Kris.