(7) Temper Tantrum (P2)
I watched as his mouth formed an 'o', and the soggy, butter soaked bread slid down his cheek. Leaving a large skid mark of yellow goodness down his cheek. As if to rub it in just that much more, I licked his cheek.
"Yum." I licked my lips, chuckling as his face went red with anger.
"Roxanna!" he shouted, he stood up, his face masking a look that could've made me pee my pants- if I wasn't laughing so hard.
"Sorry everyone, please excuse me." I chuckled, before standing up and bolting it down the hallway.
His footsteps and heavy breath could be heard from behind me, and suddenly it felt like I was in a horror movie. Why did I do that? I bit my lip, pushing my legs faster as I twisted and scrambled up the stairs. Wait a minute, why was I going up the stairs? That ensured I was going to get caught and murdered!
"Roxanna, get back here!" He roared.
I scrambled into the bathroom, trying to close the door behind me. I failed, seeing how he pried his hand in between in and forced it open. Damn you football player!
"I'm sorry, please don't kill m-"
I was cut off by the strangest thing Lucas had ever done in front of me. He kissed me.
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Little Emo Cheerleader
RomanceNormal was a never word that could describe the raven haired Roxanna. The young woman holding depressive thoughts and outlooks, but at the same time being one of the most talented cheerleaders at her old high school with one of the most creative and...
