"Andrew stop it!" I say as he stands in between my thighs as I sit on his desk.
"I don't think you want me to stop." He whispers in my ear as he traces patterns with his thumb on my thigh.
"You don't know one thing about what I want." I say while glaring into his eyes.
"If you didn't want me, you would've pushed me away from you already." He says quietly as he leans forward and puts his forehead against mine.
I tilt my head up and look into his eyes. "I hate that you're always right about everything." I breath out a defeated sigh.
His mouth forms into a sly smile as I feel his hands slide up to my waist from my thighs. "Bingo, there she is." He smiles as he whispers.
He leans in closer, to the point where our lips are almost touching.
He smirks before wrapping his hands around my lower back and pushing me against his chest. "I love seeing you look so defeated beneath me."
As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day...
He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression.
"What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?"
I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again.
"When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze.
I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger.
"Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks.
"Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away.
He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.