The only plausible option to not get caught was locking myself in the bathroom. I took the first turn I could and went into the girls’ bathroom, but before I could lock the door behind me, James grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall.
“Do you really think you can run away?” he demanded.
“Say you’re sorry,” I commanded with fragmented breath.
I couldn’t breathe when he pressed his hard chest against mine, making my heart skip a beat.
“Say you’re sorry!” I shouted, out of breath.
“You can go fuck yourself, bitch.”
His eyes drifted lazily to my white shirt.
I tried to remove myself from the situation.
“Careful, you’re getting too close,” I whispered when he trapped me by putting both hands on the cold wall.
“Maybe I can’t resist, did you ever think of that?”
I wasn’t the type to stutter in front of the first pretty boy who came by or get scared of muscular, imposing biceps, but I couldn’t ignore the electric shock that went through me.
“We said we’d stay away from each other.”
My voice lost its strength at the same time that his eyes traced my skin with warm, soft trails.
“We both say so much bullshit. Especially you.”
“Speak for yourself. And apologize,” I insisted.
“I don’t actually think that. I said an idiotic thing. The truth is you drive me nuts.”
Faced with his insistence, a spark of rebellion took hold inside me.
“Are you jealous or just pathetic, Hunter?”
“Nobody talks to me like that,” he snarled, bringing his lips close to mine.
“You don’t scare me.”
I tried to move my leg. He deserved a good knee in the balls, but he ended up being stronger than me, as usual. I felt his knee sneak between my thighs, separating them.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked, lifting his face.
“I already threw a book in your face. I can consider myself satisfied for today.”
“Shut up.”
“Are you worried your friends and girlfriends will catch you letting me go?”
“Shut up,” he repeated heatedly.
James grabbed my chin between his fingers. His grip wasn’t strong, but it made me shiver. The cold of his rings rubbed against the boiling skin on my face, and we were so close that I breathed in his mint, coffee, and vape-pen breath as I exhaled mine on his parted lips. Our lips were an inch away from grazing each other, but before that happened, James pulled away and leaned against the opposite wall.
“Sorry,” he said seriously, looking at me in the eyes.
“Say that again. Louder.”
With a heaving chest, I heard him say: “I said I’m sorry. Do you wanna play a game now?”
