I Do

He pushed me into the lockers, but not roughly, and meanly, like every other time. He rested his hands on my hips and pushed his body against mine.

"Why do you always fight back? Why font you give up and take it like the rest?" He questions, a curious and dumb founded expression on his face.

"I'm not like the rest." I whisper. He's so close. His hot breath fans over my lips.

He smirks. "That's why I like you, sky." he says. As he moves his lips, they brush against mine, making my stomach flip.

I smile, and finally his lips press into mine, gently, yet passionately at the same time.