Tame Me

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When we arrived at the Mess Hall, we conversed with the people around us. I found it easier to talk to people when I had Maxine by my side. While we were sitting, I tried to shake off the feeling of someone staring at me. Several times, I turned around, trying to catch somebody that was burning a hole in my back. It's a troubling feeling.

Eventually, I gave a really weak excuse to Maxine and Nellie to leave and I started to walk out. Right as I left the doorway, exiting the Mess Hall, somebody grabbed me by the waist and flung me over a shoulder. "What the hell?" I shouted, flailing my arms. Whoever was carrying me (it was a guy. The only girl that has that thick of shoulders is yours truly.) ran into an alley between nearby dorms. The person set me down, and in the dark, I couldn't make out what the guy looked like. He breathed heavily, once, then kind of muttered, "Oh, God." then kissed me.

    I was so shocked by everything that had happened in the last 30 seconds that I just stood there, being kissed by a guy. His lips left sparks that echoed throughout my entire body. I reached up to the guy's face and slowly rubbed my fingers across his stubble, feeling the tingles on my fingertips and up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I eventually game to my senses, and as a reflex, punched him in the face. He went down with a yelled, "Jesus!" I took him by the arms and dragged him outside to a streetlamp where I could get a good look at him.

    Holy shit. This guy was extremely good looking. He had scuffled brown hair and green eyes. He was pretty buff too. He looked at me with a confused expression as I held him by the front of his shirt and my knee in his stomach. Then, he blushed. Blushed! "I'm sorry," he started, "I thought you knew." He said, smiling slightly. Oh, God. He was adorable when he smiled and looked at me like that. I mentally kicked myself. This guy just raped your mouth! You don't need to have feelings for him!

    "Knew about what?" I said, slightly more fierce than needed. He gave me that cute, confused expression again, scrunching his eyebrows together. He slowly reached up and rubbed his thumb wonderingly across my bottom lip. No more than a whisper as he stared, transfixed, at my lips, he said, "Don't be silly, darling. You're my mate."

   I jackknifed up. Before he could get up off the ground or say anything, I said, "Hold up, buddy. Throw it in reverse. What the hell do you mean, 'you're my mate'?" He grinned and slowly got up off the ground. He then bowed low at the hip. "Parker Scott, your mate, at your service, Miss Harlow." This guy was throwing out more surprises than broken condoms! "Okay. Number one, how the hell do you know my name? Number two, you still haven't answered my question about us being supposed 'mates', and Number three, don't lip rape me ever again or your ass is gonna be busted to Mars."

    When he grinned again at me, my stomach decided to be an Olympic gymnast. "I like 'em feisty." Then he took my hand and started leading me down a sidewalk where I pray to God he would explain this shit-uation. "Oh, you'll see feisty in a minute." I muttered as he chuckled and wrapped his big hand around my waist.

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