I can feel the tension in the air again as I walk towards the cafeteria door for lunch. I didn't get all the way in because someone grabs my hair from behind and pulls me out to a different direction.
"Hey!," I protested at Christian He let go of my hair. Looks at me up and down, then he starts to walk pass his pig headed friends on to a vacant table with a gentle grip in my upper arm.
Christian takes deep breathes as he sat on the lunch table trapping her between his legs.
Holy shit! Her glasses almost fell off her geeky face. He leaned his head over the side of my face. I can feel the warmth of his breath in my ear.
"Anastasia Rose Steele, do you have any idea what I want to do with you right now?."
"With assholes like you, I don't give a furry fuck what you want to do with me cause you won't get a chance to do it."
"Don't be so sure, " he cockily said. "M mm I'm beginning to like that mouth of yours, you look pretty delicious today Ms. Steele."
"Yeah and you look like sticky shit!," she laughs as she trace her finger on the sticky juice stains on his shirt. That took off the smirk off his face. Well to be honest he looks so damn good looking without even trying. He feels and smells good too.
"Sticky, sexy, piece of shit!," he smirks with an over-size-ego.
"Arrogant asshole, why don't you go deflate your ego on someone else," she hissed.
He smiled. "So should we go 'somewhere else' so you can start paying for this, like a hotel room or something," he arrogantly said.
"In your dreams pal," she put her hand in her pocket took out a calling card and stick it on his forehead. "That's the number and address to my fathers dry cleaning business. Drop your shirt on your way home, you'll get 10% off." With that she ran away from him, away from that room. With all the kids giving her a round of applause. She can hear Christian screaming.
"Come back here laundry girl! You bitch, I'm gonna kill you!."