STORY 25: TRAPPED WITH THE BAD BOY (End)

Chapter 1 Emily's POV. The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom buzzed overhead, making everything look too bright and harsh on the old, chipped tiles. I pushed my glasses up my nose, my fingers shaking a little as I tugged at the hem of my pleated skirt. It kept bunching up in my hands because I could not stop fidgeting. The air smelled strong of cheap cologne, the kind that stuck in your throat and made it hard to breathe right. I had run in here to get away from the noisy hallway, but now I was stuck facing Jake Harper, the guy everyone called the bad boy. He leaned against the stall door, his boot crossed over his other foot, smirking at me with those full lips. His leather jacket was open, and his black t-shirt hugged his muscles tight. My heart started pounding hard, part fear, part something I did not want to think about. "Well, well," Jake said in that deep voice of his, drawing out the words like he had all the time in the world. "If it is not the school's little brainiac