"Hey, Scarlet!" he called out to her.
She turned to look who it was. A smirk appeared on her face. Without hesitating, she strolled over to him.
"Come to kiss my feet again, honey?" A hint of a smirk returned on her face.
"I've come to warn you. What you did the last time... you got lucky! You won't every time. Meet me in the same hall again after class. I'll show you your place!"
"Oooh." She cooed. "Little boy's trying to intimidate his Mistress!", she said chuckling.
"You're not my Mistress, you little bitch!"
"Oh, sweet plums. You shouldn't have called me that!" Her expression turned just a hint less playful.
"Oh yeah? What you gonna do?" he smirked.
"Your parents aren't in town, are they, Joey boy? Make it your house. I'll see you there at 6, sharp."
She didn't even wait to let him respond. She just turned around and walked back to her class, every step making a sharp click on the floor. She knew he wouldn't have ever refused.
Sharp at 6, Joe heard the doorbell ring. He nervously walked up to the door, pushed his chest out and opened it. "Right on time!"
"I did say 6, didn't I?" Scarlet shot back. She pushed through into the hallway and dropped her bag.
"So, where are you going to get your ass handed to yourself again?"
Joe just smiled a little and led her into his room. Carpeted, it had a huge, comfortable looking bed, a desk with a laptop on it, and a small couch big enough for 3 people to sit in.
"So this is where you cry yourself to sleep every night? Perfect!"
Joe slammed the door shut and stepped in front of her. "This is my house! And you're going to be so sorry by the end of it all!"
