Within seconds, brent has scooped you up into his huge, dirty palm and strutted out of detention with you. You feel hope quickly slip away as Mr James calls after Brent to come back and finish his detention, but the badboy couldn't care less about following orders -- He's takign you home.
"I bet you can't imagine how it'd feel to live without your comfy warm bed every night, and your maids and butlers waiting on you hand-and-foot." Brent taunts you viciously, as if blaming you for all the poverty he grew up in.
"Please!" you try to reason "I just want to get home!"
The dark hair on his knuckles scratch you as your smooth arms as they dangle in his rough grasp. He brings you closer to his face, studying you sternly, and an invisible breeze of foul breath flows from his nostrils, causing you to cough. "Aww," Brent frowns in mock sympathy "Can't the perfect little rich boy's clean little lungs stand my big bad breath?"
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