You nervously ringed your hands together as the young males eyes bored through your head.
Your ringed as his stare grew sharper. His dark violet eyes narrowed in concentration. He was just simply looking into the back of your head, his eyes hidden by his dark shades, his hands clenched into fists, unknowingly shaking.
You gulped, your body shaking so badly that the sketchpad you had in your hands shook wildly.
The Scariest guy in school, Matt Williams, brother to the school's bully, Al Jones, has taken an interest in you. ((How they were brothers was beyond you. Matt was Canadian while Al was American))
And the Canadian was staring death holes through the back of your head in art class. You tried to draw a smooth straight line but you were so shaken that it scribbled in a messy line. You winced suddenly as his chair scraped loudly across the floor, causing a loud horrifying screeching sound.
Everyone in the class tensed up as Matt slowly began walking towards your sit, his heavy boot clad feet making loud thumping noises.
Just as he neared you, the heavenly bell rang.
You ((and the rest of your classmates)) instantly shot up from your seat and hurriedly gathered your things. Just as you neared the classrooms door, a heavy hand landed on your shoulder, startling you so much that you dropped your things all over the floor.
"_______." A soft hoarse voice said your name.
You sniffed softly and dropped to your knees, the Canadian's hand dropping to his side. Your classmates glanced at you with pity, knowing you sealed your fate when the Canadian set his sights on you.
Tears pricked your eyes as you gathered your things that were still scarlet all around the entrance of the art room.
Thank god that it was the last period of the day.
Your body grew rigid when a pale hand grabbed yours, surprisingly gentle. You opened your mouth to protest as he yanked you up against him.
But instead soon found soft lips placed upon yours.
You made a sound of surprise as he backed you up against the lockers. He took your hands and placed them above your head. You struggled and struggled as he moved his lips but found that he was too strong.
You whimpered as he became rough, biting and tugging at your lip. Little drops of blood dripped from the corner of your mouth. Matt grinned sadistically and greedily lapped up the blood.
He moaned at the taste of your sweet blood.
It was sweet...like maple.
And he loved maple.
You unwillingly moaned, letting him slip his tongue in. You made a sound of between a sound of surprise and a whimper.
His pink muscle connected with yours, which led tot he both of you to moan out loudly, the sound of both your heavy breathing echoing through the empty corridor.
"You.Are.MINE!" He told you against your lips, tugging it even harder.
You looked at his dazed, your sweet breath fanning his face as you slowly nodded.
He grinned and moved towards your neck.
Yup. You were definitely called his by the next day.