After discarding our bags into the depths of our lockers, Mine itself was tattooed with pictures of all these hot singers that only Kiba would have known about as I had usually kept that kind of thing to myself, When we stepped into class I realized we were at least ten minutes late.
The teacher, look gruff and had scratchy hair that dragged down from his chin all the way to his neck his brows were bushy and seemed to hang off his face, he had wrinkles that twisted when he spoke and when he glared at us I thought he could probably drown small children in the pool of wrinkles.
"You're late" He grunted.
I noticed! Holding back the smart-arsed remark I lowered my head a little before offering him a cheery smile "Sorry Sir, we will try to be on time for the next lesson" Saying this I stepped over to an empty desk by the window and sat down dropping my books in a messy heap.
Kiba took his place beside me after also speaking an apology to the teacher his books now also discarded but in a much neater pile. After a lecture about why students should be on time to class our prehistoric teacher began to blabber on about an historic topic that I had no interest in at all.
I turned my head to Kiba who was doodling strange characters in the bottom half of his text book, rolling my eyes having expected this of my friend I tore a piece off of my own note book a scribbled a note down
God! That weird old freak-azoid is a pedo in the making
I secretly grinned as I slipped the note onto Kiba's thigh, the dog-nin's eyes widened a little at the sudden touch but when his eyes found my grin he quickly grabbed the note reading it over and holding back a light chuckle, flipping the paper over he replied.
Thinking that is weird eh?, look who's in the front row seat four
As I received the next note I raised my head sapphire eyes searching the class for a moment until my eyes laid on the raven, The hell! I held back the thought as I knotted my brow in frustration. What was this guy my stalker? He had been everywhere I had today as if drawn to me by magnet and I only desperately wanted to get away from him, every time I looked at him... saw his lips... his hands I thought of those caressing me and it made my stomach curdle, creating a violently ill feeling in my gut.
Gross! What is this guy! A freaking stalker!
My reply must have came later then first expected because it earned me a cocked brow from the Inuzuka, just as he went to reply the bushy-browed grey haired teacher slammed a ruler loud enough against his desk that it even made the girl on the other side of the class room almost jump four feet into the air.
"Passing notes, Is prohibited in class" He grunted, in his toneless boring voice.
"Eh, really? I had no idea" Kiba replied, musing out innocents as he battered his eye-lashes at the teacher who only drew his ruler back, dark eyes squinting into the dog-nin's face.
"Detention".
He stated, grabbing the note and stuffing it into his pocket as he made his way back to the front of the classroom drawling on the board once more.
"Bu-sted!" I giggled a little sticking my tongue out at my best friend, I could almost picture him groaning and lowering in his seat as the teacher grabbed the note knowing that the both of them would be in deep trouble later on.
Class dragged on-and on-and on, for about the next hour and I swear if he hadn't been glaring daggers at me every time I closed my eyes I could have slept peacefully the whole time.
When it was over Inuzuka and I were summoned to the front of the classroom as everyone else left for a early morning break.
"You both have cleaning duty, I will see you here after school". The teacher grumbled as he swiped his black board cleaner across the board wiping off the previous class's lesson.
"W—What! You have to be bloody kidding me mate! I have a bus to catch! A life to live away from this hell hole!" Kiba groaned, his eyes closed.
"Maybe you'll think twice before passing notes in my class then Mister Inuzuka, now out of my sight. The both of you!" He suddenly glared at us which sent chills up my spine, I didn't hesitate to leave as we turned and walked out of the room.
Kiba stormed down the hall cursing loudly his arms rested behind the back of his head "Maybe you'll think twice" He copied the teacher's voice making him sound like a complete moron "Who the hell does this ass-hole think he is!" .
"Uhh- Our teacher?" I cocked a brow.
"Not the answer I was looking for" He replied, rolling his eyes.
"Come on, let's atleast get something to eat, im sure we can either catch a later bus or get a ride with someone..." I smiled, wanting to calm my best friend as I led him into the cafeteria.
Little at the time did I know, a lot more then just cleaning would be happening that afternoon.
The afternoon came and went like that and pretty soon I was walking back to my history class without Kiba, he'd callen home sick! That bastard! , Leaving me alone here to clean without him... Gee I really hoped that our teacher would be an arse and get him back for this.
But when I stepped into the classroom everything seemed a little too dark, a cold breeze swept over my shoulders sending shudders up my spine. I found my eyes searching the classroom for a presence that I could not really identify.
"A—Any body there?" I questioned, my voice coming out a little more stuttered then I had at-first intended.
The cold only seemed to increase as I found my own arms wrapped around my shivering body not remembering having at all put them there .
"You here late..." A dark voice mused, from somewhere deep in the shadows though no matter how many times my eyes scanned the room I couldn't locate the source of the voice.
"D—Damn it! Stop joking around and tell me who you are!" I yowled out into nothing-ness, the sound of my voice echoing off of the dull colored walls.
Hot breath made it's way onto my neck "I'm not playing" It chuckled as I felt hands slowly snaking their way around my waist lips brushing coolly against the base of my neck sending electric shivers up and down my back.
"T—Then tell me who you are damn it!" I hissed, a furious a blush finding it's way across my cheeks yet before I had time to react a body was pressed against mine and my lips were being brutally attacked by those of the other.
A moist wet muscle traced across my bottom lip before probing them slipping between my parted lips, brushing against my own muscle and drawing it out into play. I couldn't help how I reacted to the kiss, I kissed back my own tongue coming into play and forcing the stranger's tongue back into his mouth, our saliva mixing together as I found my tongue in his mouth.
He tasted familiar...
A mixture of wild berries... wow.. that was a weird taste to be someone's first kiss...
! then I realized it I was having my first kiss with a complete stranger, pressing my palms firmly to his shoulders I pushed hard, hard enough to send him a few steps backwards wiping his moist lips with the back of his hand.
My own lips pulsed with heat and I was sure that my bottom one was much more plump and bruised then before I had kissed the stranger "Tell me who you are!" I yelped , my cheeks still glowing red with blush.
"Why don't you, tell me" He purred, now advancing once more.
This time he only brushed his lips against my ear "Only six days left" He mused, before disappearing from sight completely, leaving my on my arse against the wall, I was panting and fuck I was hard...
