“I hate you, you know that” I seethed throwing my hands up in the air as I stomped down the locker covered halls. I could feel my bag bump against my hip and my face and neck were becoming heated.
“Sure you do” he laughed sarcastically. I could almost see his amber eyes rolling. I glared at him sideways out of the corner of my eye. Right now I wanted to slam my head against a hunter green locker so I could suffer from brain trauma and be away from him.
I stopped dead in my tracks I could hear my heart pounding in my ears; I glared at him taking all of him in. Him with his brown worn so much leather jacket, his incredibly long raven black hair, his jeans that were ripped in other places besides his knees covered in oil stains, his dashing sweep a girl of her feet smile that was looking extremely cocky, his bright glowing amber eyes that all ways liked to look at me like he was better than I was. I couldn’t stand it any of him. He just made me want to rip my hair out.
He smiled cockily trying to use that dashing smile on me. I just kept glaring and he laughed like it was funniest thing in the world. I put my hands on my hips and he did just the same. Oh how I really wanted to kill him right now.
“It’s your fault that I have a detention today” I growled at him. I watched his thick fine black sculpted eyebrows rise just a bit, like he thought it was funny that I had gotten a detention.
“What did I do” he said now taking his hands off of his hips. His smile was gone but I could still see it in his eyes. Just the way he was looking at me I knew he was planning to torcher me for the next two years of my life.
“Everything” I hissed at him. I was done having this conversation. I turned to walk away. He followed me, like he always did when we were having a so called argument. I tried to ignore his looming figure next to me but it was hard, all I could hear was the thumping of his steal toed construction boots on the red and blue tiled floor.
“Awww do you feel bad for yourself, little miss perfect got her first detention, now ever one give her a big round of applause” he laughed menacingly clapping his hands together as if showing a room of four year olds how to clap. I didn’t have time for this so I kept walking. I just needed him to get off my case but I knew that was never going to happen. He was the main detective and I, the next victim waiting to get a life sentence.
“Prove it” he said smiling again his most wicked smile. He stopped this time which in turn made me stop. I could feel my eyes narrow into slits. I thought my heart was going to explode at any moment from all the rage I felt towards him. I just glared my head leaning a bit forward like I couldn’t quite hear what he had said.
“What” was the only word that came out of my mouth. For if I said anything else I knew it would get me much more than a detention.
“Go on if you are so smart prove that I am the cause of your detention, or was little miss perfect not being so smart today” he walked circles around me now as I just stood there. It was his turn to take me in and I didn’t like the way his eyes had acquired a hungry look to them.
“Well I,” I stopped I knew it was him it had to be him who cause me to get in trouble. Who else could it be?
“I guess since you can’t prove it then I guess I’m off the hook isn’t that right perfect” he laughed in a way that sounded way to happy even for him.
I couldn’t even speak as I watched him. It would be any second now before my vision went red form all the blood boiling over at how angry I was at him. I knew he did this stuff to me on purpose but I fell for it every time.
I hate you, I fucking hate you” I spat at him. He had a good way of taking everything that was going good in my life and running it for me. I could only ask myself why did today have to be one of those days.
“Well let’s see how much you hate this” before I could even get an answer out he had me backed up against a locker in less time then he could ride out of the school’s drive way on his oh so fancy black motor cycle.
His huge callused palms roughly grabbed at the sides of my face. He was trapping me, pulling me closer to him he smashed his warm thick light pink lips against mine kissing me with all the force he had in his body. For a second I thought I couldn’t breathe as shivers rand down my back when his tongue slightly ran over my bottom lip. My mind was running around like a chicken with its head cut off I was so disoriented. I closed my eyes and waited for him to get off of me. He had put so much of his weight on me that I thought I was going to have a permanent indent of a lock in my back. Lockers where not fun things to get so roughly shoved up against.
It was about a minute or so before his wet mouth broke away from mine. Taking a gasping breath I was glad that I could breathe again. “What the fuck was that fucking for” I sputtered, my rage taken over by slight confusion and awe.
He gave me a Hitler like smile. “Don’t deny it you loved it” he pushed off of the locker with one of his huge hands. I glared at him. He glared back. We had a stair down until he was the one that broke it off and walked away. He was leaving and I wasn’t done ranting at him.
“That’s not fare “I called after him. I didn’t want to follow him down the hall afraid that I would get much more than a kiss if I did.
He stopped turning he gave me that one of a kind grin. It kind of reminded me of the creeper cat from Alice in wonder land. “No one said I had to play fare” he laughed causing the hair he kept tucked behind his left ear to fall out of place.
He turned back around leaving me in the hall watching him. The sound of his construction boots echoing down the hall was the only thing I could hear as I still leaned up against the locker that he pushed me against.
He didn’t know how much I really hated him.