Chapter 4: Too Much Touchy Feely for me

After my little speech I can't help but to feel empowered turning down the currently numero uno Big Man on Campus, guy down and leaving him mouth wide open at the fact that I'm not interested. If he weren't such an ass and give such a bad first impression maybe I would like him. He was kinda cute you know blond, big blue eyes, pink full lips, and that strong jaw with their high set cheekbones. No wonder every girl wanted to hump his leg for a chance ha ha. Hopefully it'll all clam down once they realize he's just an obnoxious British snob. Or you know maybe not since everyone gets by on their looks and no one cares about personality or you know actually having a brain that functions and allows conversation in which I don't have to dumb myself down to make it somewhat tolerable. Besides if I were ever to be with anyone it'd be...Samuel...I can't believe I forgot about him about that dream oh jeez.

I bit my lip, the thought of it actually made me smile for the first time today. I could begin to feel that giggly girly feeling in me but then I remembered I was at school. This is no place to be emotional and especially not like that. Hormones, do me a favor and chill...at least until we get home then we can flip out about him and the dream hehe.I groaned out loud and realizing home was at least an hour away. Maybe even longer since Foreman seems be set on making my life a living hell.

Hopefully, I wouldn't have to serve my jail sentence alone and someone I actually knew would be there. Crossing my fingers I stepped into the white brick room and scuffed linoleum floors. The room smelled of a mix of sweat, perfume, deodorant, and whatever other teen smell found its way into his classroom today. Then there were the rows of never ending wooden desks with the uncomfortable blue chairs welded to them. Which underneath hid wads of gum probably still wet with saliva, just the thought made my skin crawl.

Grimacing I turned towards the teacher's desk to find the man responsible for my torture, Mr. Brian Gencarelli Foreman, with a smirk of satisfaction on his face. "Well Miss. Stevenson, glad to see you could actually be on time for something for oncein your life." he practically spat at me. "Yes, isn't it just peachy?" I replied with mock enthusiasm. If you're gonna play the gamethatway I might as well join. "Would there be anyone else joining us on this scrumdiddlyumptious day?" I added with a beaming smile.

I batted my eyelashes for extra measure. Damn I'm good at this game I happily smirked crossing my arms and shifting my weight on one hip. He dropped his smirk and spoke in a clipped, irritated tone. He knew I had the upper hand in the battle this time. "Yes, you won't be enduring this alone. What a pleasurefor you." Still on my happy child act I retorted "And may I ask good sir who may be joining me?" His scowl deepened and his eyes narrowed into slits as he pulled out his detention sheet for the day.

"Yes Mrs. Stevenson a Mr. Alexander Broutos Perry will be joining you today." he said slapping his paper down and staring me down, waiting for my retort. For once though, I had none. My happy act ended there once I realized I'd be scraping gum off these desks with that British twit for an hour if I was lucky. Though today's events had already proved that if I had any luck, it was bad and tons of it.

My jaw dropped, speak of the devil and he doth appear. Who knew the devil was British? The guy just made my blood boil and not in a good way either. "So nice of you to join us Mr. Perry, you'll be joining Mrs. Stevenson this afternoon scraping gum off the desks." he said and after Perry moved left the door soon to leave the building as well. That's it? No smart retorts? No hateful sarcastic comments? Wow, this guy just has it made.

I wasn't sure if I even wanted to turn around and see the sure smirk that was doubtlessly on that pretty little face of his. If I had to work with the guy turning around was inevitable and sure enough there was that nasty smirk on his lips. "Oh 'ello there sweet cheeks, pleasure see'n you 'round 'ere." he said cockily walking towards me from his post at the door.

Instinctively I backed away from him but ended up cornering myself with the small of my back against Foreman's desk. Crap!I bit my lip in fear but I was not going to look away from him. Letting my guard down around him was not an option. He strode over to me, taking his precious time to invade my personal space.

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I didn't want to be weak and run but I certainly did not trust him being so close to me. He towered over me leaving me staring straight ahead at his chest. I couldn't stand being so close to him. He may be an ass but that did not make him any less attractive.

I could plainly see the definition of his body through the skin tight shirt he was wearing. Gosh, why does he have to be such an ass? He got bolder and closer to me putting his hands on my hips and bringing them up to my face. I had to show restraint, I wasn't that easy to get. He probably only wanted me for a good fuck like the rest of the guys in school. That thought really set me off. Now he had no chance in hell with me.

"Back. Away." I gritted through my teeth, clenching my hands at my side to keep from punching him hard in the gut. "Oh now why would I ever do that darlin'? 'Specially when I quite like to be so closeto you." he said pressing his torso against mine, I turned my head away from him to control my anger. I was right when I didn't want to be. He closed his hand around my jaw forcing me to look up at him. "Now listen 'ere doll face 'an listen good. I get what I want. And what I want is you, got it?"

"Well you dumb bloke you can't 'ave me and you never will so back off!" I mocked his accent and glared at him with all the intensity I could muster. Grabbing his wrist I firmly stated "Now you willlet me go and never speak to me again after this. Got it?" "Oh yeah I got it sweet cheeks." he said releasing my jaw and putting distance between our bodies.

"Les' just scrape some gum shall we?" I raised an eyebrow in disbelief and sighed heavily. "Yeah, let's..." I trailed off still skeptical of his different demeanor. I grabbed a scraping tool and started to walk towards the desks feeling uneasy. I turned around to see if he was going to change his mind and continue harassing me. He noticed and drew a little halo above his head. I turned my head and kept walking bending over to being scraping the gum and I felt a hand slap my butt.

I jumped and squealed in surprise. I gripped the scraping tool even harder tempted to stab him with it. No, I stopped myself I'm not getting in trouble again because of him. He's not worth itI decided and continued scraping to get the job done. He stayed pretty docile for a few seconds at least so I relaxed a little. Only to be attacked again by his hands squeezing my backside, his touch sent shivers of disgust down my spine. I just sighed again and mumbled under my breath. This is going to be the longest hour of my life. So help me God I will never be late again as long as I don't have to ever be in close contact with Mr. Alexander Broutos Perry.