"Now, Ms. Black. Do I even want to know what happened this time?"
"You know Mr. Kramer, judging by the heavy sigh in your voice, I'm gonna go with no." Nyla said as she leaned back on the red velvet chair.
Mr. Kramer was a skinny guy with dark hair with graying hair.
He had laugh lines in his eyes but his face was serious.
He sighed and rubbed a hand down his face.
"I'm guessing it had something to do with the teacher."
"More like a snide remark from a snotty girl."
He sighed again. "I'm not going to ask for details nor am I going to call your mother. What I am going to do, however, is give you detention. Again."
Nyla shrugged and answered. "Do what you're paid to do."
"Nyla, I don't understand this behavior. You were never like this before. What happened?"
"I don't want to bore you with a poor, sad childhood story that will lead to pity and I'm sorry's, so lets just say that I'm not a case that you can fix with your infinite wisdom."
"Whatever you want to say or get off of your chest, you can tell the school counselor."
"The school counselor? Do I look like I want to 'talk' to some shriveled up lady who eats Hershey's bars all day?" Nyla said angrily.
She just wanted to get out if here.
His pity was not what she wanted.
"Frankly, no but its my job to see that each student prospers in school and have a future."
"What future?" She mumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"Look, can I just get my detention and go already?" She asked impatiently as she stood up.
Mr. Kramer looked at her but couldnt hold her gaze for long and sighed, giving her the detention slip.
Nyla took it and walked out of the office.
She took in a big breath and walked by the lockers, not bothering to go to her class.
She ran smack into a body and slightly stumbled back.
"Can you watch where you're going before one of us gets a concussion?" She yelled.
She looked up to see the culprit and immediately blushed.
It was Jake.
"Sorry there, love. Didn't you see there even though I cannot fathom how I could've missed you by seeing your beauty shine like the mines of gold."
She blushed deeper and felt her body grow hot.
Warning bells were ringing in her head and she stepped away from him.
He stared at her intently, his head cocked to the side.
"You know, I'm gonna go." She said as she started to turn.
"Wait," Jake said as he grabbed her arm, both of them feeling the burning sensation from where he touched.
For a minute, she felt safe and protected and something else she couldn't identify.
Her heart skyrocketed and she felt her body flush.
She pulled her arm away.
"What do you want?" She looked everywhere but him.
She wanted to get away from him, she felt weird by the way he was stariv at her with desire and something else.
"I want to know if it's true." Jake says. looking into her eyes, her beautiful hazel eyes that were so guarded, so enticing that he didn't even notice he was leaning towards her until he catches himself and pulls back.
"That what is true?"
For the first time, Jake feels something that eating at his heart for some unknown reason.
"The rumors..." He's looking at her, waiting for a reaction but she hardens her gaze and snorts.
"That I'm a slut, a whore. Yeah, they're true. So what? Why do you fucking care?"
She's upset. Just once, once, she wanted someone to say anything but the rumors.
Hell, even asking about the damn lunch she didn't even like would be better than this.
"I don't believe you."
Wait. What did he just say?
Jake puts one foot in front of him, then another, and another until he has her backed up against the wall and he's blocking her exit.
"W-what?"
Damn her nervousness!
"I don't believe your the type of person everyone thinks you are."
What did he know about her? Why did he even care?
"And what do you know oh-wise-one?" She tried to sound upset but she sounded breathless.
Jake was too close to her and he was making her feel emotions she thought were never able to surface.
She felt like running her hands through his long luscious dark hair and pull him to her.
She wanted to trace his lips and jaw and press her body against his.
She wanted...to stop thinking about these thoughts.
Jake was also having similar thoughts.
He saw the blush on her cheeks, making her look even more beautiful.
He wanted to run his fingers through her blush, watch it deepen...
What the hell is going on?
"Look, Jake. I have to go so when you're ready to let this 'I'm the dominant male' pose go then I'll be most obliged."
She started to move away from him but Jake immediately locked her in by placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head.
Nyla believed she should've felt fear but she was surprised to feel excitement rush through her.
Jake leaned in close, his hot breath caressing her face, causing her to catch her breath.
She felt herself tremble and she wanted to get away from him before she did something she would regret.
"I know how you feel. You feel different. You feel like this isn't your home. You want people to believe the truth but they wont. But I will. If you let me."
Jake leaned in and pressed his lips under her ear.
Nyla nearly moaned with pleasure at the mere touch of his lips against her skin.
She bit down on her tongue so she wouldn't moan out loud.
"How about it, Nyla? Will you tell me the truth?" His voice sounded deep and husky and sexy and she felt herself soften a bit.
He kissed her lips gently and pressed his body against hers.
She felt excitement flutter in her stomach.
"Jake..." She breathed out and she thought she heard a moan escape his lips.
"Nyla..." She felt his hand touch the spot right where her tattoo was and felt the spot grow hot.
She felt Jake dip his fingers in the waistband of her jeans and she panicked.
She pushed him away harshly against his chest.
Jake was surprised that she had more strength than a regular human.
He was also surprised by the heat in her hands that pushed against his chest.
Right where she touched him, it burned him.
Jake stumbled back a few steps back and stared at her.
Now that he wasn't near her, she was thinking clearly and was embarrassed to see how far she let him go.
"What the hell? Just because I'm a slut doesn't mean its 'lets grope the slut for our carnial pleasures' day" She yelled at him, feeling her tattoo grow hot, too hot but she ignored it.
Jake didn't say nothing but watched her run away from him.
He had his answer.
She wasn't a slut, only pretending and she was a virgin.