Claimed (Punk l.h)

Chapter 2

Heyy Thanks for reading.

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I had spent most of the period after lunch writing down lyrics to songs. Songs that I like I tend to do this with, I don't know why.

The song I was writing was Kiss Me, by Ed Sheeran. I loved the beat, and his voice just made the lyrics perfect.

Halfway through the class, my teacher announced we'd be having an assignment due in two weeks. We were allowed to work independantly or dependantly, and I let out a sigh as she said we could work by ourselves. I hated working with people who'd bully me and make me do all the work.

'And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck. I'm fallin' for your eyes, but they don't know me yet. And with a feelin' I'll forget, I'm in love now.'

I wrote some of my favorite lines to the song, placing my pencil down on the paper.

"Sounds like my kind of thing." A familiar voice whispers in my ear, the smirk evident in his voice.

"Any chance you're still looking for a partner?" He asks, his blue eyes holding many emotions in them, the most obvious lust and anger.

His eyes were amazing, the perfect color blue that went well with his blonde hair.

"I'm working alone."

"Not anymore." He states as he takes my notebook from my desk.

Reaching for it I argue, "I'm fine by myself." Through gritted teeth as I'm on my feet reaching across the desk for it.

"You're my partner and thats it." He growls.

"Like you're going to do it anyways." I mumble to myself.

"What was that love?"

"Nothing."

"What did you say?" He asks, and I know he's trying not to raise his voice.

"Nothing! Just give me back my notebook!" I say frustratedly.

"Do you like being this close to me?" He smirks, placing a hand on the back of my thigh. I shiver at his touch as I'm unable to answer.

"Just give me back my notebook." I quickly answer before I think he notices.

"You didn't answer my question." He lowly whispers as his hand moves further up the back of my thigh, sending chills everywhere.

"N-No."

"I think you're lying, it's not always good thing to lie. But I'll let you get away with it now, cause I'd love to try again later."

"Hemmings! Hands off, and give her the notebook back." He smirks at the teacher and then me before sliding his hand back down and handing me the notebook.

"That's a promise." He whispers before winking and walking out of the class.

Chills raced through my spine at his words.

The rest of the day dragged by and before I knew it final bell had rung.

I had waited or everyone to clear from the halls, scouting out in the bathroom until I figured only the sports players and activities students were left. There was no point in trying to rush out and be made fun of.

I walked down the hallway to my locker and placed my books inside. Thank god for no homework tonight. It was Thursday and finally soon I'd be in the safety of my room, not like they couldn't get to me there.