angle was bad.
" Quit squirming." His hands tightened on her skin.
While still cradling the violin protectively, it was hard to get Daniel in a body lock, but she managed to wrap her arm around his neck and squeeze.
"What are you doing?" Daniel sputtered. She hoped he was in pain.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "Do you?"
"Ugh." Daniel groaned, trying to break her hold.
His hands ended up on her chest as he tried to escape her trap.
"Ahem," someone said.
Both of them went rigid. She looked over Daniel's shoulder and saw Mrs. Carmichael glowering at them. She realized what the situation looked like. Right now, both she and Daniel were breathing heavy. Daniel's forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat. She had her arm wrapped around his neck and his hands were on her chest. To the casual observer, they'd been in the middle of the world's most intense make out session. The misunderstanding made her nauseous.
" Get off of me, you slime ball," she said.
She shoved Daniel away and he stumbled straight into Mrs. Carmichael. When he met her beady eyes, the color drained from his perfect face. He looked back at Annamarie. He too must have realized they'd looked intimate because he let out a groan of remorse.
"I'm surprised at you, Mr. Marino," Mrs. Carmichael said. "I never imagined you'd be doing such a thing with a young lady. And after curfew to o."
If she was surprised to see Annamarie making trouble, she didn't say it.
"It wasn't… I mean, we weren't…" Daniel sputtered. "I hate her guts, Mrs. Carmichael."
Mrs. Carmichael's lips curled. "It seems to me that you like her a lot more than you're letting on. Ms. Chadwick, Mr. Marino, detention for a week for both of you. If I see the two of you like this again, it'll be suspension. Students at this academy shouldn't grope one another."
Oh man. Annamarie hung her head. Grope? Even the word left a bad taste in her mouth. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if Daniel had the sense not to put his hands on her chest.
Mrs. Carmichael scowled, then turned to leave.
"My father..." Daniel muttered.
Mrs. Carmichael stilled.
"This was all a misunderstanding," Daniel said, gaining confidence now that he had the principal's attention. "My father would be very unhappy to hear that I was treated unfairly, Mrs. Carmichael. I feel this punishment is unjust."
"Do you?" Mrs. Carmichael tur ned. Her nostrils were white as they flared.
"Yes, I do." Daniel crossed his arm s. "I believe my father was the one who recommended you for the position as principal even though you had a less favorable background than other candidates. Should I tell him I feel he made a mistake in recommending you?"
" No. Don't do that." Mrs. Carmichael looked like she would like to punch Daniel just as much as Annamarie did. "No detention. Just don't do this again."
Did Daniel just win against Mrs. Carmichael? She'd never imagined he had so much power. The principal walked away, her back rigid. The moment the woman went out the front doors, Daniel whirled around and took the violin from her.
"You can thank me now." He glared at her. "I should have made her give you detention for a year."
"I'd rather scrub toilets for the rest of my life than thank you." She scowled. "Next time, watch where you put your hands. Were you trying to cop a feel?"
"Pssh." Daniel rolled his eyes. "Like there was anything to feel to begin with."
That was it. He was dead. She punched Daniel so hard in the arm he staggered backward and almost dropped his violin.
"This isn't over, Annamarie." Daniel spat.
She pointed her finger threateningly at him and then headed to the dorm.
****
Annamarie was chest to chest with Daniel, breathing heavy. Time slowed down. His hands were on her hips and his blue eyes stared into hers. Her heart pounded and her lips parted. He leaned in closer and closer—she could smell his sweet breath on her face—and his mouth met her own. She wanted to move but something strange was happening to her.
" Quit squirming." His hands tightened on her skin.
While still cradling the violin protectively, it was hard to get Daniel in a body lock, but she managed to wrap her arm around his neck and squeeze.
"What are you doing?" Daniel sputtered. She hoped he was in pain.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "Do you?"
"Ugh." Daniel groaned, trying to break her hold.
His hands ended up on her chest as he tried to escape her trap.
"Ahem," someone said.
Both of them went rigid. She looked over Daniel's shoulder and saw Mrs. Carmichael glowering at them. She realized what the situation looked like. Right now, both she and Daniel were breathing heavy. Daniel's forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat. She had her arm wrapped around his neck and his hands were on her chest. To the casual observer, they'd been in the middle of the world's most intense make out session. The misunderstanding made her nauseous.
" Get off of me, you slime ball," she said.
She shoved Daniel away and he stumbled straight into Mrs. Carmichael. When he met her beady eyes, the color drained from his perfect face. He looked back at Annamarie. He too must have realized they'd looked intimate because he let out a groan of remorse.
"I'm surprised at you, Mr. Marino," Mrs. Carmichael said. "I never imagined you'd be doing such a thing with a young lady. And after curfew to o."
If she was surprised to see Annamarie making trouble, she didn't say it.
"It wasn't… I mean, we weren't…" Daniel sputtered. "I hate her guts, Mrs. Carmichael."
Mrs. Carmichael's lips curled. "It seems to me that you like her a lot more than you're letting on. Ms. Chadwick, Mr. Marino, detention for a week for both of you. If I see the two of you like this again, it'll be suspension. Students at this academy shouldn't grope one another."
Oh man. Annamarie hung her head. Grope? Even the word left a bad taste in her mouth. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if Daniel had the sense not to put his hands on her chest.
Mrs. Carmichael scowled, then turned to leave.
"My father..." Daniel muttered.
Mrs. Carmichael stilled.
"This was all a misunderstanding," Daniel said, gaining confidence now that he had the principal's attention. "My father would be very unhappy to hear that I was treated unfairly, Mrs. Carmichael. I feel this punishment is unjust."
"Do you?" Mrs. Carmichael tur ned. Her nostrils were white as they flared.
"Yes, I do." Daniel crossed his arm s. "I believe my father was the one who recommended you for the position as principal even though you had a less favorable background than other candidates. Should I tell him I feel he made a mistake in recommending you?"
" No. Don't do that." Mrs. Carmichael looked like she would like to punch Daniel just as much as Annamarie did. "No detention. Just don't do this again."
Did Daniel just win against Mrs. Carmichael? She'd never imagined he had so much power. The principal walked away, her back rigid. The moment the woman went out the front doors, Daniel whirled around and took the violin from her.
"You can thank me now." He glared at her. "I should have made her give you detention for a year."
"I'd rather scrub toilets for the rest of my life than thank you." She scowled. "Next time, watch where you put your hands. Were you trying to cop a feel?"
"Pssh." Daniel rolled his eyes. "Like there was anything to feel to begin with."
That was it. He was dead. She punched Daniel so hard in the arm he staggered backward and almost dropped his violin.
"This isn't over, Annamarie." Daniel spat.
She pointed her finger threateningly at him and then headed to the dorm.
****
Annamarie was chest to chest with Daniel, breathing heavy. Time slowed down. His hands were on her hips and his blue eyes stared into hers. Her heart pounded and her lips parted. He leaned in closer and closer—she could smell his sweet breath on her face—and his mouth met her own. She wanted to move but something strange was happening to her.
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