8: Taylor

After my argument with Ms.Merna, I was sent to detention to spend my lunch break. Or should I say my next seven lunch breaks. I hated detention. Despised it really. I had an unnatural, boiling rage for that one word. It made me want to rip my ears from my head and flush them down the toilet when someone mentioned it. Detention was never my favourite. It could rot in hell for all I cared, the same for the person that came up with it to. I`d usually skip out on it cause I had better things to do then sit there and twiddle my thumbs for an hour. But this one I would have to suffer through because I didn`t feel like cleaning chewed up gum and garbage from the schools auditorium, not to mention other things that shouldn`t be there in the first place. Disgusting vultures.

I pick a seat in the back as soon as I walk into the classroom that is used to host detention. I groan and sit down in my chosen seat as I chuck my bag carelessly to the ground, hearing the loud thump and receiving glares from the surrounding students. Smirking at them, I flip them the finger and rest my head on the doodle covered desk, relaxing as I do so. There`s a sort of calming peace that washes over me at the peace and quiet this classroom offers when no ones talking and making random sounds. You could hear a pin drop a mile away from how quiet it is. But that`s how I liked it, no one was gonna ruin this serene feeling for me-.

I spoke all to soon as the door opens with a bang and bounces off the wall, notifying everyone that a new student has arrived. I roll my eyes and look up, my blue and purple eyes meeting the dark shadow storm of raging black eyes that belong to the blue haired boy standing in the door way. His eyes meet mine and a smirk takes form on his face. I roll my eyes and rest my head heavily onto the table as it makes a quiet thud from the impact. Shiny and expensive sneakers come into my line of vision as someone`s hand glides through my hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling my head up. I glare at Blake as his eyes twinkle with amusement, making the anger I have towards him increase.

"Hello baby girl. Did you miss me?" Blake questions as he leans over my desk.

"Who would miss a pompous ass such as yourself? I`d have to be really desperate to miss someone with the likes of you!" I hiss through gritted teeth.

The smirk drops from his face as an enraged look takes place, his aura turning dangerous as his hand comes up and grips my neck in a tight grip, not enough to choke me but as a warning, no doubt leaving little finger print marks in its wake.

His grip tightens slightly on both my neck and my hair as he leans in so his lips brush against the shell of my ear. A shiver runs down my spine while my breathing turns shallow. I can feel his every breath on my neck has he inhales air then exhales.

"Now I know you didn`t mean what you said. Take it back baby and I`ll consider forgiving you" He says in a whisper, making a few strands of hair fall from behind my ear, resting across my cheek. I furrow my eyebrows as what he said registers in my head.

He wants me to apologize!? Is he fucking kidding me!?

"In your dreams asshole", a smile forms on my face as he growls and lifts me out of my chair. He turns me around so I`m facing the ink covered desk before pushing me down onto it. My breasts hurt as they push up against the hard wood, but its not as bad as his hand in my hair or his grip around my throat is. Blake moves closer and shoves his crotch against me so it presses up against my ass. His erection pushes the material of his jeans out as he leans his body over me so his face is resting against the side of my head.

"La tua sfida mi rende davvero difficile bambina", he whispers into my ear breathlessly before taking the lobe of my ear into his mouth and biting down slightly on the soft pink flesh.

(Your defiance makes me really hard baby girl).