Running down the empty corridors as fast as I could, I could already feel his presence closing in on me, I could literally feel him breathing down the back of my neck.
He was there, as he always was, just always there, either watching me from a distance or even nearly touching me, he's always there.
Like a character in a nightmare, he won't leave me alone, and I can't get away.
He treats me like he has an adiction, like I am a large glass of nicotine and he can't get away from me.
Sudennly I come to a dead end and my heart rate increases for miles, I started looking about as if a magical way away from him would suddenly apear, but much to my dismay it didn't.
And all that was infront of me was a stone hard wall.
"So you thought that you could get away from me that easily, did you?" My breath hitched as a familliar pair of lips trailed down my neck.
I opened my mouth to speak but only a small helpless squeek emerged from my mouth.
"To scared to speak are we, well you should be considering what I'm about to do to you," he whispered in my ear and I started shaking.
Then I was pushed harshly against the wall his lips slamming into mine, I jumped at the sudden contact but soon had no choice but to kiss back.
His hands ran along my lower half as my hands ran rapidly across his hair.
I tilted my head and started playing with his lip ring, slightly pulling at it every once in a while.
This is what this boy does to me.
And that boy, is Luke Hemmings...
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The bad boy in the band tee {lashton}
Teen Fiction"It's hard to resist a bad boy, who's a good man"
