The Hottie Next Door

Chapter 12: Detention? or date?

Chapter 12

DINGGGGGG

Thank God, the bell rang. I would've suffocated from the countless times I'd made eye contact with that man. I packed my bag, tucked my chair in, and walked to the front of the classroom to hand in my detention slip.

"What's this?"

"My detention slip, duh," I replied, flicking it toward him.

"I don't think that's very appropriate. Should I make it two weeks instead?"

"You wouldn't," I said, squinting my eyes and folding my arms.

"Oh, I really would," he said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.

I knew he would—he was obsessed with handing out detentions. He gave it back to me and said, "As much as I've enjoyed this lovely conversation, I have another class, so I'll see you after school." With that, he grabbed his books and laptop and left.

I stood there, dumbfounded. Did I really just play myself into two weeks of detention? Or was I about to spend even more time alone with this jerk?

I sighed and grabbed my bag. As I walked out of the classroom, someone grabbed my wrist and started dragging me down the hallway.

"Wait, you can't do this, I have a class!" I protested, trying to break free. He didn't answer, and as he pulled me along, I thought, Do I really need to skip class for this?

Maybe?

He took me outside and led me to a well-known smoking area—one that was empty. If it were truly well-known, there'd be kids loitering and smoking, but there was no one in sight.

"Ewan!" I shouted. He stopped and released my wrist, which was now red from his tight grip. I looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

"Please don't tell me you brought me out here just to smoke."

Silence.

"Are you not going to answer me? Why am I here? Why did you drag me out of class?" I pressed.

I moved closer to him, watching his stoic expression. He didn't blink, staying frozen in place as I tapped him on the chest.

"Because I like you."

The words hit me like a punch, and I froze.

"I don't like the fact that you're around that stuck-up teacher. I don't like the way he looks at you. I don't like that he can flirt with you and cause you harm. If anyone found out, you and he could both be implicated." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Ewan..." I said quietly, still trying to process everything.

"Ewan," I said louder this time, trying to push him away. But he only held me tighter. "I like you, and I want you to be mine."

I laughed loudly, shaking my head. "Ewan, I'm not a toy. You're not a werewolf claiming me. You haven't thought this through."

"Let's have dinner together. Go out with me." He released me and held my hands. "Ewan, don't be like this..."

"You don't have to answer me now," he added. "You can tell me tonight. Just text me." His eyes glistened as he stared at me.

I couldn't speak. My mind was racing. Before I could process everything, I felt something warm on my cheek. He had kissed me—and then fled before I could even react. Did he just kiss me?!

I closed my eyes. He did. Oh my God, he did. That little scumbag. I stomped my foot in frustration and leaned against the brick wall, feeling utterly overwhelmed. How had I gotten myself into this mess? I ran my hands through my hair, trying to figure out how to turn him down. I didn't like him. This would just be a huge mess if I went on a date with him—he'd tease me, and then he'd just leave me hanging.