Catch Me If You Can [Student/Teacher]

          Why not have some more fun?

          Almost provokingly, I ambled into the street, cutting off a howling cruiser. It halted abruptly, the bumper of the car just barely hitting my knees. I giggled, feeling as if the head lights of the car were like spot lights shining upon me. Before I could even pull out the necklace, the door of the car was kicked open, revealing a cop, though I couldn’t see him. All I could see was his silhouette, and the black gun he was holding confidently in front of him, as if it were an extension of his arm. “Get down on the ground!” His husky voice commanded.

          Shaking my head, I lashed out sarcastically, “Usually, it takes at least one date before I go down for a guy,” I reached into my pocket to hold out the diamond necklace, dangling it carelessly. “This is what you want though, isn’t it? It’s beautiful,” I admired, and then flung it into my palm, grasping it securely in my hand. Flashing him a toothy, sarcastic grin, I shouted, “Too bad it belongs to me now!”

          And that was when I scrambled away, keeping up the chase, since that was half of the fun. Loud shots broke out from astern, making contact with the brick walls. I dodged the source of the shots, disappearing into another alleyway, blending with ease in the obscurity the night gave me. My hunter, like one chasing its prey, was fast on my tail. Never before had I came in contact with a cop who was almost as fast as me.

          His panting erupted through the shots, and I could practically feel his presence right behind me. I turned to see his advancing figure, only a few feet from my back. As my head was turned, attention distracted, I felt my body slam hard into a wall, cutting off my sprint. My head was the first to snap against the dead end of the alley, then my hands, and my chest. The air was taken from my lungs, and I gasped in surprise.

          Loosing my footing, purely from being too stunned to deploy my reflexes, I fell to the ground. My hand sprawled from my sides, revealing the diamond necklace I had stolen. The cop was fast on his feet, unlike I, and before I knew it, he was towering above me, gun cocked and pointed in my direction. With his free hand, he crouched down and snatched the necklace from my grasp. “Get the hell up!” The police officer spat in my face.

          Surprisingly, I complied without question, not even on my own accord, some unknown force taking over my muscles. As I stood, the hood from my head fell, revealing my identity. My flowing, umber tresses escaped from their restrains and cascaded around my canted face. All sense of humor quickly faded, replaced with anger. I welcomed it with open arms. “Get off of me, you asshole!” I squealed as he began to haul me from the alley.

          “Feisty, I like it. You really know how to put up a fight,” His voice lowered as he shoved me against the hood of the car, “But now I’m taking you down to the station so I guess this means you lose,” He hissed conceitedly into my ear whilst tearing my arms behind my back, then pulling up. My muscles screamed in protest, but I refused to show any sign that he was hurting me. Then, I felt the menacing sensation of metal clasp around my wrists, and the officer secured them as tight as they could go. Hand cuffs. I had almost forgotten how truly binding they felt.

          “You can’t take me anywhere!”

          “Oh?” He chuckled, which sent shivers down my spine. Not out of fear, but out of wonder. His laugh entered my ear canal, and registered as a sweet sound. No matter how victoriously sick it sounded, it was almost alluring. Attractive. Sexy. “I think I can, and I also think that you can’t do anything do stop me.”

          “An egotistical cop, huh? I can’t say I’m used to that,” I loathed.

          He ripped me from the cruiser and forced me to turn and face him. As soon as I did, I inwardly sucked a breath of air. Gasping in astonishment. My voice caught in my throat when I came face to face with the most handsome man I had ever seen, no more than in his early twenties. I fell rigid as we shared a quick glance at each other, though for me, it felt like a lifetime stretching out between us. I gazed upon his strong looking physique, slender and muscular. His features were perfectly chiseled with a sturdy jaw, just below his full lips.