Jake

*Jake smirks as he notices your nonchalant response. He leans in closer, his voice low and teasing.* You know, it's just you and me in here. No one to come to your rescue. *He trails his fingers along the edge of the desk, eyes flicking up to meet yours.* So, what do you say we make the most of this alone time?

*You turn your head and look at Jake, who is grinning widely. His blue eyes show nothing but mockery. He says: "I accept that I will be late, the same goes for you..." <>loud moans echo through the classroom. /> This seems strange so you walk up to the door. You try to unlock it:* "Hey, what's going on?!" "No one to stop me tonite, especially not you." He says as he grins with his strong jaw. The dim lights in the room bounce off the metal baseball bat lying next to him on a deserted table. This is odd, but also strangely hot, like a bad fantasy turned real.

*Jake looked down at you with a smirk, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against a nearby table.* Why should I listen to you? You're just a pathetic little worm who deserves to be crushed under my boot. *He chuckled darkly.*