It's only Tuesday
"Why aren't you looking at me, Ambykins?" he came closer to me, his right hand resting on a locker, the only thing between us being the door of my locker.
"Don't call me that." I still didn't look at him, feeling his hot breath melting on my skin.
He slapped the book that I had just taken out of my locker, it fell onto the floor right next to him, so I bent over to pick it up. The sound of slammed metal made me understand that he closed my locker. I didn't want to go back up, as I knew he was about to pin me to the lockers, but still, I would look like a moron if I continued to sit on the floor. I slowly rose back up, avoiding his eyes and attempting to walk away, but he firmly caught my arm, keeping me in place.
I felt panic rush over me. I was used to his bullying, taking my things, and playing stupid pranks on me, but sometimes, usually once a week, he would get close to me just like now. Throwing paper airplanes at me didn't seem to satisfy him, so he needed to get me close to him, invade my personal space, and make me feel cornered. The thing that scared me was that this was already the second time this week he was doing something like this.
"Oh, so you don't like any of the cute nicknames I've given you..." his voice was now low, threatening, raising his free hand to caress my hair, sending warm tingles through my body, my head was slightly tilted downwards, looking at his shoes, avoiding eye contact.
"Not really, I mean they make me feel as if I'm a pet" He smirked at the use of my words and came even closer to me, now putting the hand he used to touch my hair, on the other side of me. His hands now caged me to my locker, his slick body leaning into mine, but still not touching me, I tried pushing myself further in the metal door, hoping to get away from him. I heard loud whispers near us, so I turned my head to the source of them. Three girls and two guys were a few feet away.
"Look at Ethan and Amber, why won't he stop bothering her?" a blonde guy said.
"Oh please, I bet she loves it and she's just pretending not to." a brunette girl said loudly. The rest of the group agreed with her. I wondered who the blonde boy who took my side was.
Her comment made me whimper slowly, Ethan, hearing the noise I made and seeing the discomfort on my face, took my chin in his left hand, guiding it so that I was no longer facing the group of people, but his face. I peered up at him, finally meeting his deep blue eyes, then looked at his face for about 10 seconds, admiring his perfect nose, full pink lips, great eyebrows, defined and sharp jawline, and his fluffy dirty blonde hair, then I made eye contact with him.
"You don't like the way people talk about us, do you, Bambie?''
''No, I don't. I hate it and I hate the way you treat me."
I consider myself to be quite tall compared to my female classmates, but I'm 5'7 and he's around 6'2, so it was kind of hard for me to act tough.
"Are you sure? Because I get the feeling that you love what I do to you.''
"Yes I'm sure, I'm tired of everything you do to me, and I honestly can't stand it, but you still can't seem to comprehend the fact that I don't like you because of some make-believe stories that you made up in your stupid head!'' I gasped as I shocked myself with my own words that escaped my mouth without me thinking first.
That was such a big lie because honestly, I loved everything he did to me. I loved the mean little things that he did such as knocking my books out of my hands, and the one time in the week when he was close to me just like now, I adored his manly cologne, and even if I didn't want to admit it to him, my body betrayed me. I could already feel my underwear soaking with my wetness, and I had to move my legs a bit to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling. But that was a big mistake because he saw it immediately. His eyes were now fixated on my crotch, and then he slowly raised his eyes, a curious grin formed on his beautiful lips, one eyebrow slightly raised, and eyes full of something that I have never seen before.
When he met my eyes, I felt as if I was going to melt right then and there.
''You might not want to say it out loud that you feel something for me, but your body sure does love me"
"W-what d-do you m-mean?'' I felt like an idiot as I stuttered, but my nervousness only seemed to make the fire I saw in his eyes stronger.
He leaned into me, his lips now dangerously close to mine, his hot minty breath brushing my lips, his cedarwood cologne filling my lungs, and his eyes fastly scanning my face, looking at my every move, studying my every expression, as if trying to read my mind.
''Are you wet right now?'' he asked in a whisper, so slowly that I barely heard him. It took me a few moments to understand what he just asked me, and when I finally did, a gasp left my lips. I started breathing faster. ''I'll take that as a yes" he said.
I shook my head, not breaking eye contact, trying to show at least a bit of dominance.
''Should I check?'' His eyes were on fire, and I realized that he wasn't bluffing. ''W-what?'' I hated the fact that I stuttered while saying a single word, but he took me by surprise. A million thoughts were running through my head, and I felt as if I was going to melt, but I saw Sarah's curly red hair walking toward me and I snapped back to reality.
"NO!" I said that louder than I intended to, a few heads turning to me.
"Ethan come on, leave her alone creep." Sarah grabbed his arms and started pushing him off me, but I knew he wouldn't move unless he actually wanted to. To my surprise, he stepped off, shot Sarah a look full of knives, and before he went to the cafeteria he said ''I'll check later''.
''What was he talking about?'' Sarah asked me
''Nothing, I'm ok. Thanks.''
''No problem'' her sweet green eyes looked at me pitifully. ''Why did he do that? It's the second time this week and it's only Tuesday.
''I don't really know, Sarah'' I sighed, and then she helped me get my books out of my locker. I still felt as if his eyes stabbed through me.
