Zane Sinclair

*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?"