Liza: Desire

Liza: 14 years

I open my eyes and find myself standing in front of an empty classroom. I glance at my clothes. I was still in my pyjamas and shorts. I walk towards the window. Outside the glass panes, I could see the school ground covered in snow white dust. The strange phenomenon was that I wasn't feeling cold at all even though I was in my shorts.

Suddenly I hear the door lock shut behind me. I turn back to see Joan standing in front of the closed door.

"Joan, What are you doing here? Where is everyone?" She doesn't reply.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask her nervously.

"You're mine." She replies with a blunt face.

"Huh? What are you saying? You're making no sense" I ask her puzzled by her strange answer.

Joan begins to walk towards me, causing me to take a few steps back. I examine her countenance. I see her smile fade.

"I want you to be mine" she yells, grabbing my shoulders, pushing me against the wall, causing me to tremble in fear.

"Ah!!! Quit playing games Joan." I yell at her, trying to push her away; my heart pouncing like a kitten at her daunting behaviour.

"Look at me." She screams and I do as she demands. Joan and I lock eyes. I see tear drops beginning to take form in her eyes transforming them into glassy lake.

"I'll show you. I'll show you everything. You never understand. I'll show you." She yells like a mad person, her voice shaking, eyes brimming with tear drops.

" Show me what?" I ask her timidly seeing her leer at me like a hungry dog.

"You want to know? Do you really want to know?" She smirks.

Joan leans in closer. She then forcefully grabbed onto my wrists and she pushed me onto one of the chairs. The echo of the screeching chairs fills the empty classroom.

"Joan what are you doing?" I ask her anxiously, my heart pounding like a victim being chased by a killer.

Joan said nothing , instead she kept staring at me. Her ravenous gaze causes my breath to quicken.

Joan was sitting on top of me. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her long slender fingers intertwined mine. I wanted to resist her but then I choose not to. It was as though in the deep trenches of my heart I wanted this to happen so badly. This weird sensation, I've never felt it before when I was with her. Why am was feeling this now?

I finally find the courage to speak and ask, "Joan wha..?". But before I could finish my sentence, I felt something warm and wet touch my lips breaking my words.

Joan was kissing me.