Your POV
I'm walking through the crowds of gross, smelly, hormonal teenagers towards my locker.
I reach my locker only to be pinned against it. Someone had their hands on my waist, with their body pressed against my back. My front was squished against the lockers.
"Why won't you let me be yours?" A familiar, seductive voice says, breathing hungrily down my neck.
I turn around and loosen the grip he has on my waist.
"Move, boy." I say with no emotion.
"C'mon now, don't be like that." He says, smirking at me.
"Sammy, please don't-"
He cuts me off by suddenly kissing me, and as cliché as it sounds, it sent electricity, sparking throughout my body. Caught up in the moment I kissed back. I put my hands around his neck and he tightened his grip around me. He licked my bottom lip for entrance but I denied, he tried again but this time I let him. After 30 seconds I pulled away and looked at him.
I looked into his eyes as he done the same, he went red and looked down.
"Would you do like to see a movie with me tomorrow night?" He asks looking back up, licking his lips.
"Umm, I guess?" I shyly say.
"It's a date then." He says, looking back into my eyes while grinning like a 5 year old walking into a toy store.
He walks off to his class with a smile on his face.
Well, looks like i'm going on a date with Sammy Wilk, one of Omaha's finest..
IDK WHAT THIS IS
SUE ME BABE
