(I should head to bed too anyways! Goodnight Topaz!)
I stayed on the floor, unbelievably confused. Why me? Why me? Why me? I didn’t have an answer to my own question. “Marina…” This might’ve been the first time I ever called her by her name. “You need to even out your breathing to calm down.” I instructed softly.
(G’morning!)
I wanted to snap, to growl, but I couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t scrub my mind clear of the memories, the images. All I could feel were hands on my body, reaching, pulling me down.
“Don’t—Don’t act like you care,” I told Mercutio bitterly, pushing my free hand into my hair.
“I don’t. I told you that already.” I snapped defensively. “Stop complaining and even out your breathing.”
(Good morning! I’m on my way to work so my replies will probably stop for two hours or so once I get there)
(Alright, have fun!)
I swallowed thickly, gripping his phone tightly. But eventually, I caved in, did as he instructed, and after a few minutes, I had calmed considerably.
“You good?” I leaned against a desk nonchalantly, trying to keep up my cold persona. “This never happened by the way.”
“It definitely did not,” I affirmed, slightly shaky. Realizing that I still had his phone in one hand, I slipped it into my back pocket. “But for all I know, you’re going to tell people about my moment of weakness. So, I’m keeping your phone for a little while.”
“Hell no.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’ll tell if you take my phone.” I threatened, my fists clenching anxiously.
“No you won’t, because I have your phone.” I pointed out, steadily regaining my confidence. “You can blackmail me, it’s only fair that I can do the same.”
“That’s my phone! I need that! I don’t give a shit about your issues. I tackled you for my phone. I want it back.” I took a step towards her, unsure how to approach this situation.
My answer was blunt, harsh, and straightforward. "No."
“I’ll tackle you again.” I growled, closing the space between us. “Give. Me. My. Phone.”
"Don't you dare," I spat with vehemence, putting a desk between us. "Tackle me, and your precious phone gets broken in my back pocket."
“Marina.” I leaned over the desk, keeping my voice level. “I need my phone. And I will not hesitate to start a fight to get it back.”
"And I won't hesitate to punch you until your nose breaks." Determination dominating my features, I began to back away slowly, never taking my eyes off him as I made for the door.
I let out a low growl, my teeth clenched from stress. “When do I get it back?”
Now that the tables were turned, I was greatly enjoying the chance to agitate him. My shoulder lifted in a nonchalant shrug. "I'll think about it. Have fun with your last five minutes of detention."
“Marina, I better have that back by the end of the day or I’ll kick your ass.” I threatened, throughly agitated now.
I gave him an infuriating little wave, opened the door, and slipped through, taking off in a sprint as soon as he was out of my sight.
I groaned, sitting down on the desk with a defeated sigh. “My parents are gonna kill me…”
(skip to R/J?)
(Yep! Could you start?)
(sure! where to?)
(Maybe drama class?)
(back sorry)
(sure, yeah)
Torturous glimpses in the hallway, strategically placed glances down at a phone screen—That was all I had seen or heard of Romeo all day, and it was killing me. My mouth went dry every time I saw a head of dark curls in the hallway, my poor heart whipped into a frenzy at the mere mention of him; this was my reality now. Longing for his mouth to claim mine, for his strong arms to pull me closer, into his lap, hot breaths mingling with muffled moans and whimpers.
Since when did I want him this badly?
Fifth period finally came, which left me stumbling into Drama class as fast as my legs could carry me, eyes immediately finding the beguiling ones of Romeo.