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

Thank god to the extra notes I always keep inside my backpack.

Soon bell rang indicating the end of last hour. I didn't leave the class like other students, instead waited for the crowd to disappear from the school. After fifteen minutes of waiting I directly made my way towards the locker room.

Keeping the notes inside my locker I turned around just to get trapped by Hueson cold eyes. Those eyes were so cold that one touch and it would make you numb. Eyes holding anything but choler. He jerked himself off from the locker he was leaning on. He was not too close, but close enough to ambush me in his cave, and I didn't have any way to run from his whatsoever connotation.

Chapter 77