Here's My Number

50

"Kiss me."

The words turn in your mind over and over again for a moment. Then you shake your head. "No!" You say. "There is no way in hell I would-"

"Then I guess you won't mind me posting-"

"No wait!"

Gavin smirks and looks at you. "Yes?"

"I..." you gulp. You are going to regret this so bad. You lean forward and press the lightest, quickest kiss on Gavin's lips. There. You did it. And never will again.

"Now delete the picture."

"I don't think that was satisfactory enough for me," Gavin says.

"Gavin, that's not fair. You said-"

"Nuh-uh," Gavin tuts, pointing to his phone. "Remember the leverage that I have."

You shut up.

"Now how about... instead of a kiss, you make out with me. Then we'll talk about deleting the picture."

The most disgusted and horrified expression dons on your face but before you can disagree, you realize Gavin really does have strong leverage over you.

You would do anything to protect Jimin's secret.

You nod reluctantly and Gavin gives you the nastiest little smile, and turns off his phone. You are drowned in darkness once again as suddenly, Gavin grabs you by the waist and pushes you against the nearest wall.

Your eyes adjust to the light spilling in through the bottom of the door, and you can make out Gavin's shape in front of you. He's so close to you that you can feel his breath on your face. You back up until your head is against the wall.

Gavin's grip on your waist stings a little. He holds onto you as if you'll slip out of his grasp and run away. His fingers are digging into your hips. But you don't get time to complain about that. Gavin's mouth is on yours in an instant, kissing you hungrily.

You stand completely still while he works his torture on you, lips moving and tongue licking across your lips. It's disgusting. You feel like throwing up. But you hold it in. You need that picture to be deleted.

Gavin's fingers slip up under your shirt. You gasp and try to slap his hands away but he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth while his fingers work on pressing into your waist. Almost like he is massaging the skin there but it is desperate and it hurts. He bites down on your lip and you can taste blood. The sting makes your eyes burn with tears that you won't let fall.

The minutes pass by. Your eyes are burning with restrained tears. You want this to end. The bell rings. Gavin releases you and grunts approvingly. "Good girl," he says. You clench your jaw. "Unresponsive, but we can work on that."

"Now delete the picture," you say, voice low and weak. Gavin tilts his head. "Delete it?" He asks. Your heart drops. "No no no. I only said I wouldn't post it. But delete it? No. I'm going to keep it. It looks like we're going to have more of these meetings in the future, Y/n."

The words feel like a punch to the stomach. Gavin leaves you, breathless and stunned, and closes the door behind him.

And you feel utterly disgusted. He made you make out with him. And didn't even get rid of the picture. You whimper and sink to the ground to think. You won't let yourself cry. This isn't a time to cry. If you do, it'll be obvious when you walk into Spanish.

Your hips hurt. You turn your phone light on and lift your shirt to examine the spots Gavin touched. There are red marks where his hands were.

Disgusted. You're absolutely disgusted.