ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

Mr Siron was giving all of the students a hard time with his boring lecture.

I tried alott to keep my attention else where, but yet the boring lecture and the teacher made my mind to recall all of the morning incident. The picture of the red tank and Casimir's face would return back like a football thrown on the wall. Soon the bell rang and all of the students sighed heavily and started rushing out of the class.

Mirroring their actions I made my way towards my Spanish class. I internally groaned when I realized it was Spanish.

Chapter 62