The Bad Boy from Room 908

The bell rang signaling the start of class and just like clock work, in came Hemmings. He winked at a couple of the girls in the front row and sauntered towards me. I immediately averted my eyes from his.
" You like what you see Melanie?" He whispered menacingly into my ear brushing his lips against my jaw.
" Go to hell." I spoke under my breathe.
" Gladly," he smirked, " I'll go to hell, if I can drag you there with me." He said seductively.
Well fuck!


9. Chapter 8: No

            The lunch bell rang and I swiftly packed my books into my bag hurrying to the caff. I promised Luke I would meet him outside of the caff doors because, he wanted to talk to me about something. I was extremely nervous knowing that normally when a guy wants to talk it's never a good thing. I felt my heart thudding inside of my chest as I rounded the corner seeing Luke pacing back and forth in front of the doors absentmindedly running into quite a few people. I walked up to him hesitantly saying. " Hey." He didn't say a word, he just grabbed my hand and tugged me down the hallway toward an empty classroom. I watched his movement closely as he shut the door swiftly, and locked it with grace.

            " Hey." He finally said sighing as if he had found complete relief. Strutting towards an empty desk behind me, he sat down and relaxed into the chair.

            He gestured for me to sit and I did. " So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked shakily. I could feel pain swelling up in my throat as I expected the worst to escape his lips. It was easier that way because, then there would be no room left for disappointment. He looked over into my eyes and I could sense hesitation in his. I saw his eyes trace around my face as he read my expression and then back to my eyes.

             " I can't be with you Mel." He said his eyes watering slightly at the edges. It broke my heart. I couldn't stand to see him cry, it was like stabbing my stomach with a dagger 25 times and still not dying. At the same time, I was broken, I gave into him and now he can't be with me.

               " And why is that?" I asked croakily and it was then that I realized I was crying too. He reached over and wiped the tears away from my eyes with his thumbs, his hands shaking, and slightly sweaty.

               " I like you way too much, and I don't want to lose you. If we say we're dating, people will automatically try to tare us apart, and I don't want that." His eyes still big as he waited for a reaction out of my lifeless face.

               I looked past him at the tall trees that were right outside of the window and sighed heavily. No matter what happened between us at this point, I would still be stuck with him for the rest of the semester. " What are you implying?" I quizzically asked. His face relaxed for a brief moment as he collected his thoughts.

               I watched as his mouth opened slowly. " I may sound like a complete dick for saying this." He stated scratching the back of his neck. I had an idea of what he was going to say and I honestly didn't want to hear it but, I reluctantly fought with myself, allowing him to continue. " but, I was thinking we could be friends with benefits."

             My eyes locked with his and I could tell he was scared. He had every right to be. I felt my blood boiling rapidly as I stood up from the chair aggressively, shooting it backwards. " Friends with benefits," I screamed at him louder than I intended to. " That's all I am to you Hemmings, a piece of ass." I walked toward him slowly pointing a shaky finger at him. " I don't fucking think so." I clenched my fist to my side grabbing my backpack from the floor and, walking toward the door. I will never be treated like I'm just some skanky booty call that he can fuck whenever he wants, I'm not about that life.

            " Melanie, wait?" I heard his voice small and fragile behind me. It sounded like a wine glass falling from a shelf, just as it is about to shatter on the floor. Like everything he ever wanted or needed was in the balance based on the selection of my next words.

              " No." I whispered almost unable to speak. My hands were shaking as I reached for the lock and opened the door. I turned around one last time to look at Luke before the door closed behind me like an emotional barrier separating us as far as humanly possible away from each other, and that was it, he was gone, just like my endless sea of emotion toward him, all trapped behind an old, brown, simple, wooden door. I took a deep breathe in and exhaled. I want to be with him, I really do but, I will never allow a guy to treat me like I'm nothing so, goodbye Luke Hemmings, have a nice life.    


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