"Okay," I mumbled as I stood up, grabbed my bag, and did the walk of shame out of the classroom along with Dominic.
He tried to walk out first, but I shouldered him into a desk making some students laugh and him growl. When we got outside and the door to the classroom was closed he instantly backed me up against the wall next to the classroom door, placed his hands on either side of my head and leaned towards me. There was literally only a few inches of space between his face and mine.
"I know you did it," he growled as he leaned his head down to me, closing the gap between us even further.
I was intimidated by him, and I hated that. He was almost a good foot taller than me, broader than me, and had muscle on him. I weighed one forty something and stood at five foot three. I couldn't exactly scare him off with my body, but I probably could with my snarky replies and attitude, so I rolled my eyes then focused and looked directly into his.
"No, you want me to have done it so you can bully me some more!"
He narrowed his eyes to slits and growled, "I don't bully you."
I scoffed and humourlessly laughed. "Yeah, you do and you know it. You're pathetic, pickin' on a girl because it gives you kicks. You're a sad, sad little lad."
Dominic smirked. "There is nothin' little about me, sweetheart."
I shook my head, because clearly he wasn't talking about his height.
"I'm sure two inches is nothin' to brag about, sweetheart."
Obviously I had no idea the size of his penis but saying anything less than five inches had to be a hit to the ego since I read in a magazine that five inches was the average penis size for men.
"Two?" Dominic asked, his voice high like he couldn't breathe right. "Try adding six more onto that baby, and you'll get the size of my cock."
He actually measured his penis?
Wait, that would mean he was eight inches long?
Yeah, right.
"Don't all lads say somethin' like that to make themselves look good?" I teased.
Dominic was getting red in the face again so when he pressed his body against mine, I was convinced he was going to smother me or something. I was shocked, however, when he tried to grab my hand and place it down there on his body.
"Feel for yourself."
I gasped and pulled my hands from his.
"Get off me you pervert, I'm not touchin' you… down there or anywhere else!"
Dominic smirked. "Afraid you might like it?"
I scoffed. "I rather get off with Jason Bane than touch you, Fuckface."
I was shocked that I actually meant what I said, which clearly meant that I hated Dominic more than I did Jason.
Holy shite, I never thought that would happen!
Dominic didn't like what I had said because he growled down at me like a dog, a murderous looking dog.
"You'd be lucky to touch me, bitch. You're lucky I'm this close to you right now!"
What the fuck did he think he was? A Greek god or something?
"Yeah, 'cause I feel very lucky right now, little dick!"
I felt pressure on my head before I realised what was happening. When I eventually copped on that Dominic fisted my hair in his hands and pressed even closer to me, my mouth went dry.
I could feel his grip on my hair, but it didn't exactly hurt. I just felt a lot of pressure.
"Keep running that smart mouth of yours and I'll bend you over, smack that phat ass and fuck you with my big cock!"
Holy Mary, Mother of God!
"What… you… how dare you say somethin' like that to me! You're disgustin', get away from me before I scream!"
Dominic only smiled at me then looked down to my chest and smirked. It was hot today, and we were allowed take off our uniform jumpers. I had my school shirt on underneath so when I looked down to see what Dominic was looking at, I gasped.
My stupid bra made it look like my nipples were hard, and they weren't, it was just the material!
"It's the material on me bra," I stated, angrily.
Dominic's grin told me he didn't believe me.
I growled. "I'm serious, it's just the material. Like I would ever be turned on by the likes of you. You aren't me type."
Dominic pulled back a little and drew his eyebrows together. "I'm everyone's type."
I scoffed. "Not mine, now back the fuck away."
He did, but with a grin on his face.
It was only then that I realised he had my school bag in his hand; I blinked.
How the hell did he take the straps off my shoulder without me noticing?
He got close to me to distract me so he could get my bag, the bastard!
"Give it back!" I snarled.
He smiled. "I will… after I look through it."
Before I could move forward and grab the bag or even warn him not to look into it, he stuck his hand inside the bag, rooted around, then pulled out a small box of thumb tacks. An open box of thirty thumb tacks that were missing ten tacks.
"I knew it," he hissed.
I swallowed. "That proves nothin', lots of people have thumbs tacks in their school bags-"
"You're seriously trying to convince me you aren't to blame when I have the evidence in my hand?"
I grunted; he had me on that. "Fine, whatever, it was me."
He growled again.