"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
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I SQUEALED in disgust as my fingers came in contact with something sticky and chewy. Pulling my hand from under the table, I rubbed at my finger, hoping that the gross feeling would go away. Don't get me wrong, I love cleaning and helping out the community; tell me to volunteer at a pet shop? Deal. Tell me to help at the local recycling barge? Deal. But, tell me to clean the disgusting remnants of people's food from under the tables? Count me out.
It was my last day of punishment, and I was trying my best to make the most of it. It was as if the lunch lady in charge felt no pity for me, at all, and gave me the cruelest job in the history of cruel jobs. And she didn't even give me gloves!
Propping myself off of my knees, I shoved the trash can further along, preparing for the worst underneath the next table. 'lock up and make sure these tables are spotless! and don't forget to lock up before you leave' I mocked the lunch lady, making my voice high pitched.
I began to lean over, ducking my head to avoid hitting the table. It was so low, I thought I was hearing things. But, when I heard another deep rumble, I looked up and saw Zac standing by the door, arms crossed as he chuckled. I was so shocked to see him standing there, I tripped over my feet, and the next thing I knew, my rear end was in a tight fit with the trash can.
I tried to use my hands to pry myself out, but it was no use, really. I had absolutely no upper arm strength, and it didn't bother me much until this very moment. Seeing my obvious struggle, Zac began to walk over to me. I sucked in a breath as he placed his right hand under my thigh to support me, as his other hand went to my lower back.
I was soon swept into a bridal style...in his arms.
I looked at anything but him, hoping that he'd realize my discomfort, and put me down. But the longer I prayed, the longer he held me in his arms. It wasn't until I actually looked at him, that I saw how close we were.
And, me being me, added 2 and 2 together, making my reflexes kick in. I lifted my foot up just a little, giving me enough room to swing back. I counted to 3, and then I was on the ground, 2 feet planted firmly. Although, I couldn't say the same for him.
See, I was aiming for his hamstring, but my foot slipped, and hit kinda close to the...personal area. He was laying on his back, eyes squinted shut as he groaned, rolling over on his side, shooting me a glare. I smiled in triumph before feeling myself being dragged. I hit the floor with a thud, and glared at him, rubbing the back of my head to soothe the ache.
"Doesn't feel so good, does it?" he asked, being more playful than serious.
"Can't say I didn't have it coming," I muttered, chuckling slightly. "I suppose I deserved that."
