"Alvira Phelan!" Mr. Scott snapped, rousing me from a light snooze. I bared my teeth, careful to keep my K9's hidden from view. "What you want old man? I'm trying to catch up on my sleep," I said, watching with amusement as he flushed a deep, unattractive red, snickering coming from the back of the class, where my two best friends were. Grinning, I chuckled, knowing I was gonna get sent to the principals office after this encounter. Mr. Scott was a tall, handsome man with brown hair and blue green eyes. And I just loved to pick on him, and vise versa. He sighed, knowing it was futile to argue with me. I wasn't exactly known as the 'class clown', but I certainly came close. I had a scary reputation so that most people wouldn't mess with my friends and I. I was the one person who came to school with more fight injuries than the semi- pro fighters, and everyone knew I didn't take shit, from anyone.
"You know the drill, go to Ms. Smiths office and wait until after class so we can settle this," he said. Laughing, I walked out of class, stopping to pat him on the cheek, saying, "Thanks for making the right decision, sweetie." Walking along the halls, I heard his door open and could smell Alek as he came up behind me. "Whatcha doing?" He asked, his usual carefree self. Turning to look at him, I asked, "Don't you ever get tired of being happy all the time? Doesn't it get boring? Predictable?" I studied him carefully, he had that perfect emo boy hair, black and the clearest blue eyes. He had snakebites, the rings that curl around your lips. And oh.. his lips.. Perfectly kissable. Smooth, silky, and pale pink. He had sharp cheekbones, flawless skin. He usually wore his black and red and orange headphones, the big ones that go around your neck. He was beautiful and he took my breath away just looking at him. He smirked, saying, "No, just because everyone would expect me to be a mixture of emotions, and when I'm not? Shocks the shit out 'em." I smiled, a real one, not one I plaster on my face for my mom and everyone else. My breathing hitched as he smiled back at me, his teeth pearly white. A look of frustration appeared on his handsome face just then, making his brow furrow and his lips frown. Instantly my smile and laughter was gone, replaced by angry over who ever had caused this reaction on him. He then grabbed my arm and drug me down the hall, into an empty classroom. "What are you doing?" I hissed. He knew good and well I didn't like being touched. "Merandia," was his only answer. I then got why he did it. Merandia was a girl that was over the top obsessed with him, and he could never shake her, no matter how mean and evil he was to her. It hurt me to see him act like that, just 'cause I knew it went against every fiber of his being. I felt that dark rage consume me, that had been becoming my best friend these past few weeks. "Where is she?" I growled, trembling with my anger.
A surprised expression overcame his features, as he realized just how mad I was. "Hey," he whispered, pulling my shaking form into his muscled chest. I growled, low in my throat, a low, animalistic sound vibrating my being. He just held me tighter, as if it had no effect on him at all. "Come on," he said gruffly, his voice husky as he drug me out the school doors and into his pickup.
"What are you doing? We're going to get into so much trouble for skipping! I'm already in trouble." Not like I cared, but you know, whatever. And he said exactly that. That I don't care if I get into trouble. He knew me too well for me to try to pull one over on him. We ended up at his house, pulling into the garage as he slug me over one shoulder and carried me inside. I knew I could easily break out of his hold, but, truth be told? I liked someone holding me. I had been too long without human contact. He then proceeded to lay me in his bed. And then he left me, going to sit in the chair beside the bed, making me whimper at the sudden loss of contact. It had been too long since someone had actually held me, even with me protesting. He seemed to realize this as he uncurled his tall frame and came to lay on the other side of me. "Alvira? What am I going to do with you? Whats going on? We can't do this every day. Or even every time you get mad, 'cause we all know how often that happens," He whispered, tracing my cheek lightly with one finger, staring into my gray gold eyes. Brushing my ash blonde hair off my face, he kissed my forehead, telling me to go to sleep, that he wasn't going anywhere. I soon drifted into sleep, a deep, dreamless sleep where everything was fine, I didn't have any worries in the world. And I knew it was childish to want to stay in that fantasy world, but hell. My reality life sucked balls.