The Bad Boy's.....What?

Chapter 8- That Boy's A Monster

              "Heyyyy, hey Drew, what's up?" I look up into those unyielding eyes. Anger is what emanates from Drew's imposing form. I look down momentarily at my book to mark my page before closing it and carefully placing it back in my book bag. He looks like a stalking lion and I'm the easy prey, any sudden movements and it's like I'll be nothing but a blood spatter on the old carpet. 

                Yes, he's that scary.

                "That's all you have to say, really," he crouches down in front of me and I back myself further into the bookshelf in which I currently lean on, causing it to dig painfully into my backside.

                "Uhm, are you still mad about your car?" I shrug uncertainly. What could I have done to piss of the cold eyed, bad boy?

                "No, a guy named Roger paid for the repair even thought I told him it was fine, your butler I presume?" that does sound a lot like my guardian. The man doesn't know how to take no for an answer, much like someone in front of me.

                "So, why are you here?" I ask tentatively. I don't want to be straight up rude and tell him to just hit the can. I do have some faint form of decorum.

                "Why'd you switch partners?" his eyes narrow in on mine, making it impossible for me to look away and come up with a plausible lie. What, am I supposed to just tell him he scares the pee out of me? Those blue eyes seem to get darker, in anger or something else, I wouldn't know.

                "You see, uhm, yes well, the teacher thought it'd be a better match," I am such a shitty liar. I flinch back as he raises his hand causing him to hiss in anger. He's the snake and I'm the feeble mouse.

                "You think I'd hit you?" he asks through gritted teeth. Oh, don't you clench those pearly whites at me, buster. I merely shake my head with a squeak in response. He nods in disbelief before resuming moving his hand towards me, his warm touch descending on my cheekbone before trailing down to my exposed neck. Two fingers caress my breakable neck.

                "Why'd you switch partners?" he repeats softly.

                "I, I told you, the teacher thought it'd be better," I stutter slightly at his close proximity. It's like people diminish the idea of my need of personal space. I watch as a side smirk takes over those rosy lips.

                "Why are you lying?"

                "I am most certainly not lying to you," I raise my chin indignantly, his finger being held in place by this beautiful monster. That boy's a monster...this is so not the time to be singing, I scold myself.

                "There it goes again," he rewards me with a side grin while I look at him in a state of utter confusion.

                "This pulse right here in your neck," he trails his index finger over the delicate spot. "This pulse jumps every time you lie," he continues to explain while my eyes widen in something akin to horror. This boy really is a monster, what is he, a specialist in torture techniques involving getting the truth out of unwilling victims? I feel so violated.

                "How do you know that?" I ask as I look down those unmoving fingers still positioned above my neck.

                "Curious aren't we, it's a technique I learned a while ago," is his vague answer.

                "Can you let go now?"

                "Are you going to tell me the truth?" I heave a sigh before nodding. I wait for him to remove his calloused fingers from one of my most coveted arteries before responding.