Trapped in Hell (Jeanxoc)

4

I walked down the hall wondering what to do, class had just ended and now it was lunch break. Maybe I should go find Armin.. no I've bothered him enough already. *sigh* I'll just be alone- Suddenly I was pushed against some lockers. My eyes widened and my heart rate picked up.

"That was fucked up just ignoring me. You made my friends laugh at me, do ya think your better then everyone? huh babe?" A guy asked his arms on both sides of me on the lockers so I couldn't really go anywhere.

God who the hell is this guy? What is he talking about?? I looked over the guys features quickly just in case I would have to make a police report or something. Light brown hair, his undercut is darker brown.. odd and honey brown eyes.

"I have no idea what your talking about" I said honestly.

He growled slightly and I shrunk a bit in fear. "The notes, in chemistry" he said.

"Notes? Aw man! Were we supposed to take note on what she was saying?!" I asked.

"What? No" he looked at me for awhile and sighed "you are really clueless" he said.

"huh?" Ok yes I am clueless, but I have every right to be.

"I was throwing paper at you, they were notes" he said.

My face went blank for a second in realization "oh ...well thats kind of weird, when I need to get a message across I usually text.." I said.

"wow babe youre not that smart, I was trying to ask you for your name and number " He smirked putting his hand under my chin and tilting my head up to look directly in his eyes.

"Um one dont call me babe and two I'm not giving you my number " I snapped at him and hit away his hand.

"Ooo fiesty~ well babe then what do I call you? " He asked.

"I'll tell you my name if you say yours first"

He chuckled "You seem so cautious, well I'm Jean Kirstein"

I hesitated for a second "Jessica Braginsky, thats my name"

"Beautiful name " Jean winked "now give me your number"

"No way! I said I wasn't going to"

"Fine, I'll get it myself" before I could ask questions he reached his hand into my back pocket and took out my phone, in the process he grabbed my butt.

I blushed slightly "Hey!"

"Nice ass" he smirked "can I touch it some more?"

"You most certainly can not!!"

"Chill babe, let me get your number and you can go" he said "damn its locked" Jean said talking about my phone.

"Yeah, of course it is. Now give it back!" I growled.

He sighed and handed it back, I quickly put it in my pocket. "I'll get your number somehow " he said grinning.

"No, not happening"

He smirked "Hard to get is always a nice change. Listen, I want you Jessica" Jean said huskily in my ear.

I shivered slightly "Well I don't want you " I said and pushed my hands on his chest so I could go.

He grabbed one of my wrists and roughly pinned it against the locker. "Ah Jean! " I gasped.

"I like how you say my name" Jean smirked.

"Jean! Let me go you pervert!" I said.

"Nah this is too much fun" He chuckled.

I noticed his grip loosen slightly. I pulled away my wrist and went under his arm, successfuly getting away from being pinned to the lockers.

I gasped slightly seeing my saviour "Help me freckled Jesus!" I ran over to the freckled boy and hid behind him then wrapped my arms around his waist.

I peeked from behind freckled Jesus and looked at Jean.

(it's a short chapter but I'll try getting 2 chapters out a day)