I expect him to take me outside somewhere—if you recall, that’s kind of become our thing—but we don’t even make it that far. Instead, he pulls me into the nearest empty classroom and slams the door closed behind him.
I glance around, heart starting to pound. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that I only have a matter of seconds before he starts doing very bad things to me. But… is it safe?
“Who’s classroom is this?” I ask him as he shoves a cover over the widow in the door and locks the handle.
“Mr. Donegan’s.” His eyes never leave mine as he strides to the windows on the far side of the room and snaps their blinds closed. “He just went off campus for lunch. We have time.”
My eyes bulge as he strides confidently back over to me. He’s serious. He actually wants to f**k me right h
