Shy & Psycho
"Let me go, motherfucker! Last time I check your sorry ass couldn't touch a man's arm." His word kept pouring out like rats that got frightened and running to protection. Mrs. Brady looked at him, her eyes widen with shock and hurt. I stood there next to him and gave simple signs to leave him alone, Josh couldn't deal with her, I bet if I wasn't there he'd stab her in the stomach where the mistake of hers' lies. I pulled back on his shirt as he steps closer, her arm pulled back. "Josh Tanks, please calm down." I pulled him back to meet his eyes. Anger flashed before his eyes. "I said call me Josh, not my full name." He gripped my shirt and pulled me closer to him. I felt a shock run down my stomach, it felt good. He smirk, an evil smirk. I could feel myself blush as his hand dug in my hair, I felt his grip tighten. I looked at Mrs. Brady, he sighed and let me go. "Bitch, you better get lost before I rip those eyes out!" He screamed at her. I pushed and ran away from him then went into the bathroom, I closed the stall and punched the wall. I don't want to admit it, but he made me wet. His tight white shirt, his lean, muscular body under it. His pale brown hair with blonde tips, and don't even get started on his eyes, filled with craziness and his voice was within the darkness of hate. I like him.…
