The Bad Girl Attack

chapter FORTY FIVE

"L-Lucas.." He corrected, and instantly shook his head as if warning himself to shut up if he wanted to live.

"What? Didn't catch that." She chuckled, taking a seat in front of him because.. he was in the last bench. "So, what are you doing?"

"Praying." He mumbled.

"What?"

"Painting."

"Right, art class."

Claire sighed and turned around just as their art teacher walked in. Their art teacher wasn't that old, grumpy or shit like others, that's what she noticed first. He let the students have fun most of the class, even though Lucas decided he would just stick to drawing.

More like sketching which she didn't give a fuck about. Well, she did keep glancing at his figure few times and rolling her eyes in boredom.

Lucas shrunk back into his seat and continued.. until the bell rang.

FINALLY. Lucas sighed.

He was ABOUT to get up and collect his things when Claire suddenly turned around and shot a look that Lucas couldn't understand.

"You. Stay here until the next bell."

A shiver creeped down Lucas' body, and he dropped his bag on the table abruptly, making Claire raise an eyebrow at him.

When the class cleared out, Claire stood up.

She took a step forward at the only boy present there and stopped. She looked at his innocent doe like eyes gazing up at her, fear evident, and almost an unnoticeable pout on his lips. 

Claire had to lick her dry lips at the sight. 

"W-What is i-it?" He dared to question.

"I've been.. Watching the school go crazy over what you did a day ago." She hummed and leaned against his desk as if deep in thought. "Now that I think about it, I don't like it."

"What..?" He blinked.

"The pictures that are going around in the school.. I don't like it."

"Pictures? You mean.." He widened his eyes at her. "Y-You saw...?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course, How stupid do you think I am?"

"I didn't mean it in that way.."

"So, alcohol brings out the badass in you?" She eyed him. "You also like playing games with others emotions until you receive what you want? Have you ever been kissed? What other secrets are you hiding?"

Lucas choked on air and hit his own chest lightly. "I-I am not... I mean I.."

"What?" She demanded, clenching her jaw, and when Lucas was practically trembling in his spot and not daring to speak another word, she just stood straight again. "Why are you so scared?"

"Me?"

"Who else?"

"Oh--" He didn't know how was he supposed to say why he was so afraid of her. Perhaps, he didn't know it either. 

"Let me get this straight." She sighed, giving up. Her fingers curled around Lucas' soft sweater resting on his collar and pulled him close. They were practically breathing each other. "I like you. I fucking like you." she whispered.

His blue eyes gazed on her lips that she licked again, and followed up until he looked into her brown eyes.

"Why?" He suddenly moved away and took a deep breath, as if... deeply flustered.

"Isn't it obvious?" 

"Isn't what obvious?" He asked back.

"That I want you. I have always wanted you. From when I first saw you hiding in the corner of the class... To when you sit at that table in the cafeteria with one of your geek friend and now. I always had an eye on you." She places her hand on his shoulder, making his breath hitch and to take a step back. He hit the wall and widened his eyes at her.

He had no idea what was going on at this point. He had mixed feelings at the pit of his stomach, slowly rising to cover his ears in a deep shade of pink. He didn't even know what to reply, so he ended up sounding dumb.

"That's... uh... Kind of creepy?"

"No it's not, you know why? Because I like you. And I am not afraid of admitting that. And you know that I don't take no for answers. It's waste of time." She smirked, taking a step forward so that she was inches away from his face. He knew that she hated 'no's' but he couldn't help it.

He didn't want this! Not any of this! NONE.

He was scared... he was actually shitting his pants.

Oh fudge brownie poop, did he just curse?

"I... I can't-"

"I don't take no for an answer." She repeated. "So it ends here. I don't care what you think, you're mine."

"What??" He gaped at her.

"You're mine. And I don't think you wanna go against that." Her eyes dangerously darkened.

He gulped, and nodded a yes.