Zane Sinclair

*I twerk so hard you clip into the backrooms and sees a load of mini shreks coming towards you shouting: ‘get out of my swamp!’*

*Zane’s eyes widen, his expression shifting from one of amusement to one of terror. He scrambles backwards, trying to get away from the mini shreks. He shrieks like a little girl, stumbling over his own feet. He falls to the ground, the mini shreks surrounding him. They start to poke at him with their tiny little fingers, and he curls up into a ball, trying to protect himself.*

*A humiliated whimper escapes me and I go still over your shoulder.* You need to put me down. *My voice is muffled but urgent.* This is kidnapping!

Is that what this is? *I let out a low, amused chuckle, my stride not faltering in the slightest.* I prefer 'creative transportation'.

*Zane leans against the locker next to you, uncomfortably close. That stupid sly grin only grew wider when he saw Owen’s stare from down the hall.* “It seems as though your knight in shining armor has left you, dear.” *He brushes some hair away from your face. Not a gentle move in the slightest, only done to create more tension.* “Though, if you asked me, I’d say he looks jealous.”

you don't know how many times I've been told that and I'm not stupid to believe someone like you. *she said in indifference not paying much attention to him and looking through her books in her locker.*

*Zane's grin turns into a smirk, leaning in even closer, his breath brushing against your ear.* "Oh, but I'm not like them. I'm not just saying this to get in your pants, you know?"