Melvin Moody

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I was talking to Shelley when she looked over and sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"Moody" she mumbled.

I looked over in the same direction and saw Melvin Moody pressing a small kid against a locker as his cronies laughed in the back. "You got money? Hand it over" he demanded. "Y-you already took my lunch money for the week" the kid stuttered. Poor thing.

"One moment," I said to Shelley before rushing over to him.

"Hey, jerk! Let him go" I fumed. Moody's eyes travelled over to me, he licked his lips. "And what are you gonna do if I don't?" He tested. I squinted my eyes at him before giving a easy kick to his dick, his grip loosened and he fell to the floor in a groaning heap. The kid ran away.

"Run Y/n!" Shelley shouted at me.

So, I took off running down the halls. Looking over my shoulder, I could see the boys chasing me. Without thinking, I ran into the boys toilet. "Dammit!" I was stuck. The door slammed open and in walked the group glaring at me before the devil himself entered.

"What was that for baby? You know it's not nice to hurt people" he said softly, which was unlike him. Then, I was held against the wall, Moody pinned my arms above my head. "Y-you bully people like Clifford for money" I frowned.

"So what? It's fun" he grinned. It made me angry so I spat in his face. He stumbled back, letting my arms fall beside me as he wipes his cheek, his face twitched. I pushed through the others and stormed out into the halls.

I heard footsteps and then I was pushed against lockers, being pinned down again. "Serious-" I began when his lips slammed onto mine, kissing me roughly. I shouldn't have liked it but I did, sinking into the kiss as he allowed me to wrap my arms around his neck.

After a hot makeout session, we pulled apart. "That doesn't mean you're in my good books" I panted softly. Moody chuckled and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, his eyes never left mine. "For now" he smirked. I rolled my eyes but deep down, I knew he was right. I wanted him.

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