Bad Boy's Pet

Number 2

Her job, her now ruined painting, and an unpleasant reminder of the tragedy her life had turned into did not dampen the confusion she felt over the kiss. Neither did it dampen her anxiety over going to school on Monday.

She wondered why she should feel anxious about that as she pulled on her jacket. It was not like he noticed her the one million times they had crossed paths in the hallway. He probably just climbed into the closest window available and the kiss…there was probably an explanation for that as well. One that made complete sense.

The bell rang bringing her attention back to the classroom. Mr. Kay was at the board writing a date. For what? “Remember your assignments are due next Friday. I will not condone late submissions. Any submissions not made will lead to an automatic fail. Along with your assignments, please submit your guardian consent form for the field trip.” He looked up and dragged his eyes around the class that was filling out until they landed on their less-than-willing target. “Miss Miller, a word?”

Paige fought the urge to sigh dramatically and instead plastered a polite smile on her face. Mr. Kay waited until the class was empty before he began to speak. “Miss Miller…” He started putting a heavy hand on her shoulder “…I couldn’t help but notice you did not collect your consent form.”

“My legal guardian is away sir. There is no way for him to sign.” She answered fighting a cringe when his hand left her shoulder and took hold of her arm

“Ah… your legal guardian is,” his hands left her body temporarily to grab a paper but they were soon back on her. This time at her back “Aaron Miller. Your father?”

“No. My brother”

“What about your parents?” He questioned with a frown.

“Both dead,” She said it like it was a fact and not a tragedy that had somehow found her. It had been only a few months since she became a total orphan but she was fine. At least that was what she told herself.

“I am so sorry about that. And your brother is unavailable?”

“Yes sir.”

“I see. Perhaps if you leave his contact number, we could call and get his consent.” His hands traveled down her back and she squirmed, gripping her books tighter.

“He is in the Army sir. Mail only.”

“Well, if you really want to go I am sure I can think of a way.” When she felt his hand move again, she decided she had had enough and started to step back when a familiar voice came from the door.

“Mr. Kay,” He said and the teacher withdrew his hands immediately before shooting him an annoyed glare.

“Mr. Martinez, I don’t believe I have your class today,” Mr. Kay frowned picking up his schedule.

“You don’t. I want to submit an assignment.” He answered ignoring the simmering dislike under Mr. Kay’s tone.

“An assignment?” Mr. Kay wondered and he nodded and walked in.

Paige could not take her eyes off him. He was there. Right there in front of her. Her heart was beating like crazy in her chest but he did not even spare her a glance. She hoped her disappointment did not show on her face.

“Excuse me, sir. I have to get to my next class.” Paige said quickly excusing herself before she all but ran out of the class, her dark eyes darted towards his, so they made contact for a nanosecond but she looked away quickly so she did not see his sharp inhale as she passed him. She held her book tightly to her chest and then she was out of the class.

Unable to concentrate during her periods before lunch, she doodled absently on the drawing pad she always had with her and by lunchtime, she was feeling so unsteady, she was scared she had fallen ill. She decided to eat lunch away from the crowd, so went to a shop to purchase a burger and coke and then headed to the gardens behind the school. It was usually empty which made it the perfect place to hide.

She found a bench and perched her meal on it before sitting. She opened the sketchpad to analyze what she had done. She had torn her previous painting in half because it was unsatisfactory to her and needed new ideas but unless his name was an idea, there was nothing worth it on the sketchpad. She snapped it shut and immediately wished she had kept to staring at his name because now she was staring at the boy himself.

She couldn’t look away and he seemed similarly disinclined. He was in a circle of people more than thirty meters away but without looking away from her, he tapped a shoulder and she saw his mouth move, and then he was coming toward her.

Oh no, she thought rushing to pack up all her things. She did not want to talk to him.

Well, she did but she had no idea what she would say. Hi? And she was still weirded out by the fact that he had kissed her. Was she supposed to pretend not to recognize him? She did not think she was that good at lying.

Slinging her knapsack over her shoulder, she carried the brown envelope that contained her lunch and walked away quickly without turning back.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally turned back and did not see him. She was glad he did not follow her.

No, she was disappointed. She had hoped she would finally be able to talk to him.

No, she was glad. What would she say to him? She would probably say something stupid or stand there tongue-tied and ogling him till he thought she was weird and never wanted to talk to her again.

She sighed closing her eyes before turning back around. So much for…

“Hello Doll.”

A piercing scream escaped her throat and his hand came down quickly over her mouth just like they had before. His eyes held hers giving her a silent warning and when he was sure she understood, he let go of her mouth. “You recognize me don’t you?” He asked in his sexy rumbly voice she had learned to secretly love.

“I...you…Kincaid Martinez.” She told him unable to string a full sentence together.

“You even know my name?”

“We are in the same school. Everyone knows you.” She explained.

“Right,” He nodded then stepped closer to her forcing her to step back “Everyone knows me. But you, you remember me.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Don’t you…Doll?” He added and she shook her head vehemently.

“You are a poor liar you know?” He asked and she nodded, then shook her head then blushed, and looked away, “The question is why are you lying to me?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” She repeated stepping back again. He stepped back with her.

“Is that right?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Well then, I guess I have to refresh your memory.” He took hold of her shoulder and pressed her back into a pillar then he perched closer until his face was inching toward hers. “Does this jug your memory?” He asked when his lips were a hair’s width away from hers.

Her chest rose and fell with the effort it took to concentrate on breathing, but she didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Not when his lips were right there. She looked down at them. They were so pink and rosy. They didn’t look soft but she knew they were. Just as she knew they were very experienced and could make her feel things.

She couldn’t control it, did not want to as she gravitated toward him until their lips were touching.

“Damn it.” He muttered closing the last space between them just as his arms banded around her waist and his other hand found her hair so he could crush her to him while his lips worked their magic.