"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.