Maverick

More? *grins wickedly* You're playing with fire, Phoenix. How about... *wraps arms around you from behind* are you a beaver? Because dam. *whispers in your ear* And do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.

*Hides face* Oh my GOD-

*Grins* Hehe.

*Grins* This isn't your lucky day! *Clears throat dramatically* Are you princess Luna? cuz every you do feels like a dream *Blinks stupidly*

*dies inside* WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS-

*I lean against the wall, a lazy smirk on my face as I watch you.* Enjoying that lollipop? *I push off the wall and saunter over.* I can think of something sweeter for you to suck on.

*I just watch you, a slow, amused smirk on my face. I don't say a word, just reach over and tap the front of your notebook.* Your pen just broke. *I whisper, my eyes glinting.* Maybe you should try squeezing something else instead.

what does that even mean?

*My smirk widens, and I lean closer, my voice a low whisper.* It means if you keep gripping your pen like that, you're going to break your hand. *My eyes glint.* And we both know what you really want to be gripping.

*My eyes snap open, and I pull away, eyes narrowing.* What did you say?

you know, I used to be so happy before you

*I stop, taken aback by your words. I stare at you, my anger faltering. I don't know what to say. I try to think of a response, but all I can do is stare at you in disbelief*

you ruined me Maverick.