Playing Bad

Gaining some confidence of my own, I quickly went over my mantra, bad and mean makes sour beans. I did not want sour beans. Looking him dead in the eye I spoke clearly, "Release me now or I will tell Bambi that it was you who killed his mother. Small deer or not, he would put up one heck of a fight."

He stared at me blankly for a few seconds, while I mustered up my meanest glare. Then he chuckled, and slowly it turned into musical laughter. Damn that was hot... No, I mean... ugly?... After a few minutes he settled down, leaving me in a state of shock, for believe it or not but that was the meanest comeback I could think of.

Just as he was about to reply the bell rang, signalling the end of lesson. Signing in relief I was about to leave when he suddenly let go of me on his own. Shrugging out of his leather jacket, leaving him in his white top which revealed his drawl worthy muscles, he placed it around my shoulders and zipped it up.

"As sexy as the top is, it shows too much of what's mine. See you later Bambi." He smirked and walked off, a bit of swagger to his step.

Wait... his?