On The Run

"Can you just leave me alone?!" I sighed, slightly exasperated. What the hell does he want?

"Now why would I want to do that, gorgeous?" He winks, continuing to chew his gum in his vile mouth.

"Because you're an annoying little douche, you're pissing me off, I don't like you, you're in my way, the list goes on. So get lost already god damn it, Owen! " I push passed him. I'm quite a tall girl, but he's at least 5 inches taller than me, not much of an advantage. Until me has me against the wall.

He pushes me against it, keeping my body firmly in place with his own, those 5 inches giving him the slight upper hand of looking down at me. I look up, his murky brown eyes studying my face in the cryptic silence. His muscular body presses harder against mine, my back pushed more against the grubby school wall. He leans closer to me, his face right beside mine. His breath making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

There are two types of girl in this situation. Girl one would be your typical shy girl, scared stiff, shaking in her boots. The second being just about every other girl in my school, all desperate for Owen. All dying to be in my position. Longing, aching for him to kiss them, painfully horny at being this close to such a 'heartthrob'

Then there's me, I fit neither category. I'm in the category that couldn't care less about my step-brother.