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He ignores me, his eyes on the front of the room. I stare at him in disbelief. He seriously thinks he owns the row? That no one else can sit here?
"Fine," I say. "Then I'll guess I'll just sit here."
I hop up on his desk, planting my ass right in front of him as I turn toward the class.
"What the fuck?" I hear him say.
People turn back to look, a few of them snickering.
"Get off," the guy says under his breath.
"I can't. I have nowhere else to go."
"Get off or I'll move you myself."
"Go ahead and try."
I grab hold of the desk, pressing my butt down on it and curling my legs under the top. I'm basically attached to it. There's no way he's getting me off.
Large hands wrap around my hips.
No freaking way. Is he seriously trying to physically move me from his desk? Let him try. I'm not letting go.
Looking down, I see his long thick fingers spread out on each side of my pelvis, pressing in to grip me before lifting me up.
Using all my strength, I try to hold myself down but it's no use. He's too damn strong. My butt's no longer on the desk. He's holding me up. How is he doing that while still sitting down? How the hell strong is this guy?
"Sorry I'm late," a man says as he hurries into the room. I'm guessing he's the teacher. "What's everyone looking at?" he asks, noticing all the eyes turned to the back of the room.
"Let me go," I say through gritted teeth to the asshole. I'm still gripping the desk but barely, my fingers being pulled from it as the guy holds me up.
"Is there a problem back there?" the teacher asks, directing the question at me.
"I need a seat," I say, sounding annoyed.
The asshole suddenly lets me go, my butt hitting the desk and sliding to the side. I jump up before I fall to the floor.
"What's wrong with that one?" the teacher asks, pointing to the desk next to me.
I'm about to tell him the asshole won't let me sit there, but instead I just smile and say, "Guess I didn't notice it."
Turning back to the asshole, I see a slight upturn of his lips as he slowly brings his legs in enough for me to pass. I grab my backpack from the floor and hurry to my seat before he tries to trip me.
"Now that everyone's settled," the teacher says, "let's start by reviewing what we'll be covering in class this quarter."
Hurrying to open my backpack, a pen slips out, sliding across the floor to the asshole, right next to his foot.
"Could you kick it back?" I ask in a hushed tone.
He doesn't respond and his foot doesn't move. He leans back farther in his seat and pulls his cap over his eyes.
What the hell is his problem?
Forgetting the pen, I grab another one, along with a notebook, and quickly scribble down the words the teacher's writing on the board.
As the class continues, I glance over at the asshole and see he's not even taking notes. I don't even think he's awake. His head is down, his cap's covering most of his face, and his arms are crossed.
When the bell rings, I stuff everything in my backpack and notice my pen sitting there. Did the asshole kick it back when I wasn't looking? Or did it just roll back this way? There's no way that guy would've given it back. He must've accidentally bumped it when he moved.
