Cold Kiss

Cold Kiss

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Romance
"We've been here for two minutes and you can't keep it in your pants?" "I never said that was what was being implied," I close my eyes and let out a slow breath, trying not to make this detention worse for me or this idiot. "Dear satan please grant me patience, or a god damn knife," I open the wipes and start to get the gunk and dirt off the desks, as I'm leaning forward over the table to get all the corners I hear a low whistle behind me. "Damn.." My face heats up but I try to hide it by pushing past him and moving on to the next table, actually moving around this time so he doesn't get a free show. "Are you going to get to work or just keep staring?" "I think I'll be just fine right here, thanks. '' He leans against a table adjusting his hips up a little to get comfortable.
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This sucks.' I thought as I dozed off through the lesson. Out of all the places I could've been sent to. I was sent to THIS class. Someone cleared their throat from behind me and I internally groaned as I turned around. I came face-to-lower stomach and I moved my gaze upward to a somewhat angry face. "Can I not help you?" I asked, "Your in my seat." The boy said and I scoffed, "No its not." I said my tone dripping with attitude. "Yeah it is." He pressed on and I leaned back in the chair. "I don't see you're here." I say, "Top corner on the table and right-side up on the chair." He said and B.L. was there. "That's clearly the name of someone else." I said, crossing my arms. His lip twitched upward. "That stands for Blaze Lancester." He said, "Well, I've never heard of Blaze Lancester." I say, smiling, "My name IS Blaze Lancester." He said, "Well then I guess you should stop writing on the school's property." As those words left my mouth, all of hell broke loose.

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