Chapter - 6

                                    

                                          
Akira
                          
He is so rigid that one might think he is a statue. 
                          
When he still doesn't turn around, I frown. I'm sure he has heard me, if he didn't then why would he stop. The way his back's so uptight like he's fighting a whole inner battle irks me.
                          
I move to him silently, when I'm on an arm length, I ask, "Are you oka-", he is on me, before I can even complete my sentence, pounding me against the wall of the locker, caging me with it and himself. I gasp as my back collides with the hard material. 
                          
"Don't. Ever. Say. That. Name. Again." He spits with clenched teeth. His eyes blazing with rage, they hold nothing of the emotion I saw earlier. I'm scared, hell no, I'm terrified of this rage. I've never faced this much anger from anyone in my life before. 
                          
Bloody hell!
                          
I gulp, avoiding his rage full eyes, "I...I'm....I ." I stutter as I try to apologize but I can't speak, my mouth is dry, no word is coming out. I try to squirm under his hold but he tightens his grip on my arm, squeezing it, it's tight but not enough to hurt me.
                          
Then suddenly he smashes his palm just above my head, I try not to wince but fail miserably. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly not wanting to see his blazing eyes. I can feel tears shimmering in the back of my eyes. I don't want it fall and make me look like a pathetic cry baby. 
                          
"What? You are fucking what?" Snarling, he leans into me. I try to back away from him. 
                          
But I can't. 
                          
I'm trapped.
                          
"Sorry... I'm sorry." I finally utter the words after few minutes of struggle, opening my eyes to look him and keeping my tears in check.
                          
He raises his brows, mockingly.
                          
"Oh you are, aren't you?" He mocks me, his mouth forming a cruel smirk. He digs further into me, his nose brushing against my cheeks, gliding it down to my jawlines, to my neck, inhaling me deeply.
                          
My breathing gets harder and faster as I feel his lips touching my bare neck. My lips parts in apprehension, my heartbeat is as ragged as my breathing. He is so close to me, his scent is messing with me. My whole body feels the tingling alertness of his proximity. My stomach is prickling with an unknown emotion and my mind goes blank, I can't think straight.
                          
Or at all.
                          
Right now, I should want nothing more then but to get away from him, far away, but I don't. As much his closeness terrifies me, it also makes me feel alive. I have never felt more alive before, never felt these sensations before. 
                          
Because you are thinking from your hormones!
                          
"You want me." It's not a question. 
                          
A statement. 
                          
A truth.
                          
He knows how badly his closeness is affecting me. He knows exactly the kind of effect he has on me and he is playing with me, my emotions. I try to push him away but I can't even bulge him. He is much more stronger than me. He pushes more further in me, I feel the hardness of his body as they touch mine. I feel the way his muscles clench when it contacts with mine.
                          
And I feel it too much.
                          
"You know you should just drop this whole innocent good girl facade, I can see right through you." He murmurs smoothly against my neck. 
                          
I freeze. 
                          
My all thought goes cold as I get his words.
                          
Does he think of me like this? Does he think I'm putting some kind of mask on me?