His finger touched my chin, forcing me to look into his disc-sharp eyes. His irises brushed against mine as if burning them with just one fixed glance.
"You're pretty enough," he whispered against my lips.
Come on, Daph. That's your chance. While there's Trixie and you're in the school corridors with the Graham Bell High School students walking by. Just press your lips against his and that's it!
Unfortunately, it's not as easy to imagine. I swallowed hard as I considered whether to do such a shameful thing. All of this I did to (a) free my friends from Trixie and (b) avoid the cowardly label Trixie would give her for failing to take up the challenge.
Hell, looks like I have to do it.
Come on, Daph. Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him!
The evil part of me snapped at my mind and forced me to do it. I was just holding my breath and was about to close my eyes—while praying silently—when someone's voice reprimanded us, spontaneously making me flinch in surprise.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here? You have to go to your class."
I turned to the side, to find a teacher with round glasses perched on his nose watching us. With a short sigh, Justin takes his hand off my locker and then walks away after glaring at me and smiling seductively.
In the corner, Trixie rolled her eyes. Two of her minions gave a thumbs down, booing me. Well, my expectations really came true. Not long after school here, I was slaughtered by them, a group of humans who call themselves angels. Err… I guess I need to double-check. Who knows I don't live on earth. The place I'm stepping on right now really hurts.
"Sorry, sir." I lowered my head and quickly left the middle-aged man's presence to attend the next class.
After this, Trixie must have started screaming again.