I rose my chin, trying to give him a confident, "I'm not scared" look. It didn't work that well. He looked at the wall where the "Ladies Restroom"- sign hung , the sign so big you'd have to be blind not to notice. He looked back at me with his bloody hotness. I'm so dead.
"Oh, I beg you pardon, I did not notice," He flashed a devilish, handsome grin.
I rolled my eyes over his cockiness, and tried to push myself past him while my heart was throbbing like mad thing.
"Get over yourself." His body was stiff as my chest touched his, due to the fact that I was crammed between him and the sink and the big ass wouldn't move. He looked down at me. I'm so beyond dead. He lifted his arm and I flinched, scared that he might hit me or something. He didn't. He pulled some of the hair, that had fallen in front of my face, behind my ear.
"You don't have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you," He said, his voice deep and warm and making my freaking knees go all wobbly. He traced his hand down my neck before bending down. His face was just inches from mine, I could feel his breath on my tongue.
"On the other hand, perhaps you should fear me." He pulled back, turned his back towards me and started walking, heading out the Ladies room. I groaned, un-satisfied with my body suddenly being alone. Before I realized he'd left me there. Standing like a loser. I hissed and ran out the room, seeing him walking down the hall.
"You fucking prick!" I screamed at him and threw one of my books at him. Unfortunately enough, I have the worst throwing arm so I hit some freshman chick instead. I snarled and people looked at me with a WTF- manner. I glared at them and gave them the finger before picking up my bag and heading towards my next class.