|Boys & Detentions
Author: Nami98 PM
He smirks. "Fine." And with that said, he shoves the detention slip down his pants, never breaking eye contact with me. Then he gives me a grin and even decides to tap his crotch. "Come and get it." WARNING: A LOT OF SWEARINGRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 7 - Words: 18,790 - Reviews: 96 - Favs: 57 - Follows: 92 - Updated: 01-26-13 - Published: 03-21-12 - id: 3007023
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"A tree? " I yell incredulously, turning to look at him, "You carried me all this way to a damn tree!" You can't imagine how pissed I am. I suffered for like, a whole hour because of this bastard. Okay, it wasn't an hour, but it sure as hell felt like it.
"Yes," he says, looking directly at me, his gazing making me want to melt. I just glare harder, stepping closer to him and jabbing him on the chest as I crank my neck up.
"I'm missing work because of you, my homework is still at school, and you practically man-handled me to take me to a fuckin' tree?"
He smirks, leaning a little down. "Yes."
"I will kill you!" I scream, grabbing his shirt and bringing him closer to my level, resulting in having to drop my glasses. He smirks even wider, obviously very amused.
"Do it," his hot breath making contact against my neck. He was probably trying to mock me, but to me, he only sounded seductive. "Take out that nickel and cut me in half."
So he did hear me.
"I think I will!" I snap back, glaring into his green eyes. I immediately let go of him as if he were diseased and dig my hands into my pockets, not remembering which pocket I put my nickel in, widening my eyes only to discover something.
My nickel's gone.
"Looking for this?" My head immediately snaps up to see the asshole holding my shiny, brand new nickel.
"How the hell did you take my nickel!" I shout, pointing at him with fire burning in my eyes. He looked mischievous just standing there, staring at me with a glint in his eye. "Actually, let me rephrase that," I begin, making him raise an eyebrow, "Why did you take my nickel?"
He tilts his head to the side, like how an innocent child would, and just as innocently, he says, "Isn't it obvious? I didn't want to die." But that innocence immediately leaves when a smirk comes back to his face, infuriating me beyond imagination. He's making fun of me!
"But you will!" I promise, taking a step closer, "I will stab you in the neck with a pencil!" I act it out, too. When I said pencil, I showed him how I would stab him, and it looked very brutal. I have to agree with that, even if I am the murderer.
He smiles maliciously, looking hotter than ever, as he shoves his available hand into his right pocket, and seconds later I see my #2 pencil in his right hand. My eyes widen.
"You little shit!"
"Yes, 'Oh!'" I scream, "I will shove that 'Oh' up your ass!" His smirk breaks out into a grin.
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" Asshole chuckles as he watches me take furious steps closer to him. He stops chuckling and a troublesome smirk curves onto his lips. I was about to mess this guys up until he makes me stop when he lifts up my possessions in the air, and then places them in his back pocket.
"You did not just do what I think you just did," I say, narrowing my eyes and gritting my teeth, but he raises an elegant eyebrow and holds his head up high tauntingly.
"I believe I just did."
"I will kill you!"
"How? I have your nickel and your pencil. How are you going to kill me this time?" Those three statements that left his mouth sounded too amused for my liking. He was enjoying this.
I point behind me, "You see that tree?" He smirks, "I will bash your skull against it."
Smirking wider, he murmurs to himself, "Now this I would love to see."
I narrow my eyes, perfectly hearing what he said, "Well you better pay attention, because after that first hit you won't see anything ever again."
"Oh, God. We're at this again," I state, rolling my eyes, then glaring at him, "Yes really! What are you, deaf!" I shoot my arms up in annoyance.
Then, out of nowhere, he ignores my comment and starts walking closer to me, and that startled the crap out of me. So, I start walking backwards, feeling my eyes widening, and I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
He smirks. Again. I swear I've said that word more that I've said kill, and I've said that a lot.
"I'm coming closer to you and the tree so you can quote, bash my skull against it, unquote." As he said this, I watch the wind blow his messy bed head hair into his gorgeous eyes as his beautiful, perfect lips said that whole sentence— and I couldn't help but catch my breath. I couldn't be close to him! That would be a disaster! I would probably do something really embarrassing knowing my luck.
"No!" I say, panicking, "That's not as fun. I wanted to grab your head by force and then Peter Griffin your ass."
"Please," he rolls his eyes, still walking forward, "We both know that wasn't going to happen."
I panic mentally as I stare at him, my heartbeat increasing at every step I take backwards as he walks forward, but I'm forced to stop because of the tree behind me, and before I could turn around and make a run for it or at least try to, he was already too close.
I can feel my breathing increasing, too, and once he noticed, he smirks even wider (being the asshole he is) and is now probably two or three inches away from me. His hands are rested on the wide tree trunk on both sides of my face, and his head is lowered and leaned towards mine.
"Well?" he says, his voice husky, "Aren't you going to do it?"
I stare straight into his daring eyes and gulp, forcing myself to look away. About five seconds later, he leans away, moving his hands to his pocket and examines me, smirking the widest I've seen him smirk. "I knew you wouldn't do it. You're just all talk." That pissed me off.
"Yeah, well…" I start angrily, gaining his amused gaze, "…shut up."
He bursts into laughter, making my cheeks flush red from the embarrassment and humiliation.
He throws a smirk my way, "You're as amusing as your choice of clothing." My jaw dropped at that comment, and I can feel my blush going into a darker shade of red.
And it only gets worse when he finishes his laughing fit and looks me up and down.
"You know," he starts, his gaze from my chest back to my face, "Maybe if you weren't dressed up so dorky, you would probably pass as cute."
I furrow my eyebrows and cross my arms. I've had enough of this.
"Go fuck yourself."
He gives me a lopsided grin, "No need to, Sugar. That's what the girls are for."
My eyes widen and my cheeks are burning hot from his comment. That … that pig!
"In fact, want me to personally instruct you how to do it?" he says seductively, his eyes glinting mischievously, "Which position would you like to start off with? There's Missionary, Reverse Cowgirl, Doggie Style—"
"Stop!" I yell, my face on fire, "Just stop!"
"So eager to start, eh?" Smirk.
"No, you Asshole!" I growl, "I don't want to hear … such blasphemy!"
He chuckles, "Sorry, but I assumed that with a mouth like yours, you would already have lost your innocence. But that was just an assumption."
My face burns even more, and not just from embarrassment, but also anger, "You're an asshole you know that?" He looks at me funny, but stares and waits for me to continue, "In fact," I chuckle, "Want to know what I've been labeling you this whole time in my thoughts?" He narrows his eyes in curiosity. I smirk, "Asshole Michaels."
His lips curl into a smile, "Aw. That's sweet of you, Sugar. And here I thought I was being rude not telling you my name, but it seems that you already picked a nickname for me."
Seriously? That didn't get him at all? I guess that was what he was going for, because now he's chuckling at my incredulous expression. I furrow my eyebrows and grit my teeth, my frustration is getting the better of me, but I can't take this anger anymore. I decide to calm down a little, but once I look at his amused expression, mine hardens.
You know what? I'm sick of this. I just want to go home and never talk to this asshole again. So, I start walking away towards him while he's still laughing, after all, the direction we came is behind him. However, once I passed him, I was pulled back by my wrist, making me hiss in pain.
"Where do you think you're going?" His hot breath against my neck makes me shiver, unlike last time when he was this close to me. No matter how tempting the closeness is, I still stand my ground.
"Home! Let me go, bastard!" I growl, trying to pry his hand away from my wrist. When he tightened his grip, I glare up at him. "I'm serious! Let me go!"
"Why the sudden change?" He asks with his eyebrows scrunched up. I narrow my eyes at him in a pissed off kind of way.
"Well, I don't know," I say sarcastically, "Maybe because you brought me here without my approval, broke my glasses, almost molested me, and sexually harassed me for about thirty minutes!"
"It's only been ten."
"Do you think I give a rat's ass?" I shout, desperate to leave, "I just want to go home! I'm tired of this!" His gaze darkens at my sudden outburst, and he swings me closer to him and grabs my other wrist, taking my ability to escape away from me completely.
"Now why exactly do you think I would let you go just like that? Don't you remember that I brought you here?" Amusement was dripping off his tongue on each and every word he said. I don't know how he found this amusing. In fact, I found this scary as hell. Those CSI Miami episodes are floating into my head where all those creepy psycho stalker rapists would do this all the time. This thought gets me really scared, and I can't stop myself when my fear takes over my anger. Like I said before, I'm desperate to leave.
"Just leave me alone, you stupid piece of shit!" I scream, squirming in his grasp. He immediately stiffens and this action earns my full attention. When I stare up at his face, I no longer see the scary amusement; in fact, I wish that's what I was seeing. But the thing that I am seeing right now is probably the scariest look that he could ever give to someone.
I yelp in panic as his grasp on my wrists tightens tremendously, like he's trying to make my hands pop off. His now narrowed eyes darken to brownish green color and his jaw is clenched. He pulls me closer to him, making our bodies touch. He lowers his head to the side of my head, with his mouth by my ear.
"Listen girly," he says, his musical voice now sounding husky and dangerous. Instead of the amusement earlier, it is malice in its place, "Do you think I give a rat's ass about what you want?" I whimper, trying to break away, but this makes his angrier, resulting in him gripping harder.
My heartbeat increases rather dangerously, too, and all that anxiety from before returns, making my chest feel funny. "N-no," comes my weak and fearful reply.
"I don't know who you think you are, talking to me like the way you were," He spat, "Sure, at first I went with it because you were just so fun to rile up—in fact, it was fuckin' hilarious— but the way you talked to me in front of all those kids, and the way your disrespected me a few moments ago— forget it." He tightens his grip on my wrists, harder than before, making me wince. I almost cry out in pain, but I bite my lip to hold it in. "I'm warning you, if do it again, I won't be afraid to pay you back."
He immediately lets go of my wrists and pushes me back, making me stumble slightly, but not enough to fall. My hands immediately go to my wrists—rubbing them to rid away the pain, but I never remove my eyes from his. I'm panting for the air that I refused to take in when the fear of this guy took over me.
"Leave." His gorgeous face shows nothing but hate, "Go to your pathetic home. I don't give a shit anymore." He turns his back to me and starts walking, leaving me to stand here speechless, not knowing what to say or do.
That's it? Is this what he's going to do? I don't understand! Of all the harsh things I've said, why did he finally snap to that one? This is so confusing! And … I can't help but feel guilty. I still don't even know what he wanted.
"Wait!" He stops, but he doesn't turn around. I stare at the ground, not knowing what to feel or say. I also feel really confused from his sudden outburst and that … hate that came out of nowhere.
"Why … why did you bring me here?"
He stands still for a few moments, and I only hope that he says something useful, but that hope is shattered when he continues to walk away, towards and passed the tree— making me feel completely ignored—wondering about what would have happened if I weren't so stupid. Thinking …
What the hell just happened?
OH SNAP. I BET YOU GUYS DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING, HUH? I really hoped you all like it. Please Wattpaders, please comment, vote, and fan (if you haven't.) Fitionpressers—please leave me a review. Thanks to those who already do these things. You guys are amazing and your comments ALWAYS make me smile- good or bad, cuz I know that positive or negative you still took time out of your day to read it x3 I also changed and edited a few things in the first chapter, making it a lot more descriptive and not as rushed, so if you have nothing else to read and are extremely bored, that's something you can do :D Thanks for everything guys, I hope you enjoy!(:
Also, anyone gunna guess why he freaked out?
LAST THING. Is the way I set up the writing corret? You know, indenting and spacing? Because this way is awesome…and im asking to make sure if im making myself look stupid or good xD