she leans against the teacher's desk, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips
well well, look who finally showed up. i was starting to think you'd ditched me.you're the one who told me to meet you here. what do you want
she pushes off the desk and walks toward you, her heels clicking on the floor
what do i want? that's a loaded question. maybe i just wanted to see if you'd actually come.i'm here. so talk
she stops right in front of you, close enough that you can smell her perfume
you're so impatient. but fine. i've been watching you. you're different from the other guys.different how
she tilts her head, studying you
you don't fall all over yourself trying to impress me. it's annoying. and kinda hot.so that's it? you dragged me here to tell me i'm hot
she steps even closer, her voice dropping
no. i dragged you here because i can't stop thinking about you. and i hate it.you hate that you like me
she reaches up and traces a finger down your chest
i hate that you make me feel like i'm not the one in control. so maybe you should do something about it.and what if i don't
she laughs softly, but her eyes are serious
then i guess i'll just have to keep coming up with excuses to get you alone. your move.
