The Older Bad Boy Fell For Me?

"Three years isn't that much." he murmered in my ear.

I shriveled away from him. But he just got closer, pressing my body against the lockers, and his body pressing against mine.

"Please leave me alone." I whispered as he kissed my jawline, moving to the hollow of my neck.

He chuckled against my collar bone

"That's a first."

He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.

His fierce grey ones meeting my frightened green ones.

He looked confused.

"What makes you different?"

I breathed heavily, trying to make sure my brain didn't collapse on me.

"I-I-I don't know, ummm what do you mean?"

"What makes you different from other girls who I would already have in the janitor's closet by now?" he said bluntly.

I was still frightened by the sudden contact with him. But now I got angry.

"Do you even know my name? Do you know who I am as a person? Do you know my thoughts on this? I don't even know your name." I told him in a angry but level tone.

His eyes widened.

He moved his body away from me, releasing me from the cruel hold of his body and the lockers.
I did the only thing I could think to do.

I ran down the school hallway.

Past the other lockers and classrooms.

I went into the girl's restroom.

I didn't cry, I just sat there in one of the stalls and thought about what had happened.

I cringed mentally and physically at his body's sudden contact with mine.

I had a feeling I was going to hate Freshman year.