The first week of school flew by, I was getting to know my new friends, and the teachers seemed nice enough. It was odd though. The first day of school I couldn’t get rid of Declan, but after that day it’s been silent. He hasn’t attempted to talk to me, corner me, touch me, or even look at me.
Continuously tell me that’s a good thing. I should be happy about that. For the most part I am, but my body isn’t at all. It craves his touch. His attention. I hate it. At night while I lay in bed supposed to be sleeping, I’m picturing him touching me.
Although it’s my own hand, caressing my body, I picture his in its place. I’ve come more times than I can count with the use of my hand, than I ever have in the past. Not even when I first started to explore my body, had I ever been that keyed up.
It makes me ask myself what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I get him out of my mind? I mean he’s just a guy. A good-looking guy, he’ll probably one of the best-looking guys I’ve seen in person. Still there are plenty just like him.
“Scarlett, you with us?” Stuart’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
Shaking my head, I look over at him, he’s sitting beside me. Although he asked a question, not that I know what it was, I can’t help but wonder what’s so wrong with me I cannot like a nice guy like him? He’s cute, in a boy next doorway. He’s smart and sweet, but there’s no spark there. That’s my problem. I feel no fire, and a girl like me needs the fire. Perhaps there is something wrong with me.
“Hello, earth to Scarlett.” Leslie waves her hand in my face.
“Sorry, was in a daze. What did you say?”
“We were wondering if you’d like to go roller skating this Saturday?” He smiles at me.
“There’s this roller rink in the next town over, and we try to go a few times a year. It’s something to do that can be fun.” Beth tells me.
“Oh, sure. Yeah, I used to go skating all the time back home. I’d love to go.” I give them all a reassuring smile.
Stuarts eyes light up with something, and him and Leslie share a look. I don’t know what that’s about, but I brush it off. I have too much to think about, to worry what the two scheming cousins are up to.
Before we can say another word the bell rings, and all the other students begin to walk out of the classroom and off to lunch. I take a second to gather my things, staying behind so I can organize my thoughts.
“Roller skating, isn’t that more for little kids?” The sound of his voice makes me smile.
We aren’t friends, but this week he has made himself a fixture in my everyday schedule. “Not just for little kids, I’ll have you know.” I give him a pointed look.
“It’s actually a lot of fun.” I tell him as I pick up my bag, place it on my shoulder and make my way to the door.
“Sure, it is, I’ll keep that in mind.” Andy says from behind me.
Once we are out in the hall, I see the guys waiting for him by the lockers. The only one that really catches my attention being Declan. As usual he has that glare towards his best friend. I don’t think he’s supposed to be talking to me.
“You know one of these days you’re going to get into trouble for conversing with me. I don’t know what happened, but I think I’m on the bottom of his list as people he likes.” I nod my head in Declan’s direction.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Andy snorts from beside me.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask him.
“Ever think pretty girl that it’s all part of my plan?” He speaks.
“What plan is that?”
“You’ll find out.” He winks at me and heads to his group of friends. Leaving me more puzzled than I’ve felt all week.
I watch as he fists bumps them all, besides Declan of course. Who is leaning against the lockers, arms folded over his chest, his eyes on me? Cody is saying something to him, but it doesn’t seem to me he hears him at all. He just continues staring.
I give my shoulders a mental shrug and start to walk by them. I don’t get so lucky. An arm shoots out and snatches my body, until I bump right into a hard chest.
“Oof, what the…” I freeze.
I’m staring into gorgeous but pissed beyond belief blue eyes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asks me in a deadly low voice.
My brows furrow in confusion. Before I can answer him, Andy speaks up. “Dude let her go. We were only talking.”
His menacing eyes shoot up to his best friend. I can’t see their faces, but no one utters another word. Instead, I see them walking off down the hallway out of the corner of my eye. Leaving me alone with a pissed off alpha male. Thanks a lot guy. I think to myself.
“I’m not sure what you’re referring to, but I would deeply appreciate it if you would let go of my arm.” I look down at the arm he has a death grip on.
He does, and for a moment I think I am free to go. Within the next second he takes hold of my hand and is dragging me along behind him. We make it to the janitors closet where he opens the door, shoves me in, and closes it behind him. I hear the lock click in place, and my heart rate speeds up.
I am now in a dark room, with the boy who makes me weak in the knees. That is pissed off at me for some reason and hasn’t talked to me all week. What the hell have I gotten myself into now?