03] Heat in the locker room

He turned back to me with a heated gaze and I dropped my hand immediately. 

"-what is it, Kezie?" 

My name sounded like honey on his tongue.

"You hate me, so why would you want something as stupid as that?" 

He shook his head as he stepped back into the shower room which me move back a bit, this continued until I hit the wall abruptly. I closed my eyes, biting my lips in reflex at my stupidity. I was just like a lost Cinderella in a Disney movie! 

"Cause Kezie," He started and his eyes were on my lips, which made a lot of things stir within me. 

"You're like a forbidden fruit, something that I'm not supposed to eat, in every way, and- I like those kinds of things," He said in such a low tone with his nose already bopping mine. 

His breath smelt like coffee and mint, which laid out everything I had eaten this morning in my mind. Okay, just apples. Why was I thinking about that? Was he going to kiss me?

"Those kinds of things?" I asked and he nodded with a smirk. 

"Yeah, they turn me on very much."

I sucked in a breath as his soft lips met mine. 

My head exploded under the hot shower. 

His lips softened mine as he kissed me slowly, instead of aggressively as I had expected. His hands slowly sneaked around my waist and my head started its ringing warning but my body wasn't listening. 

His lips left mine as cold immediately invaded it and went to my neck, kissing the flesh there softly. My mouth parted on reflex as pleasure swept through me. Why was I taking all this? Was I feeling lonely about Gavin? 

I let out a soft moan as his hands swept up my fragile body which made my mind come back to base one. Before I knew it, I had pushed him away so suddenly, hating that his lips were a bit swollen and he was breathing harshly. 

"What did I say?" I asked out of breath and he smirked, shaking his head.

"Khalil, you're so hot."

With that, he winked and kissed my cheek which almost made me punch him but he bit his lips. This time, it was clear that he was holding back a laugh.

"You think this is funny?" I asked, feeling truly embarrassed for kissing him back.

"I'm being real here! I was between your legs with clothes on, and you whispered that to-"

"-just shut up okay?" I shakily said and left the shower. Honestly, with the way I dressed up, I was pretty sure that I had broken the fastest dresser record. 

"Remember our deal baby! I would like to do that again!" 

"Fuck you!" I shouted with my tie in my hands feeling uncomfortable in my trousers as I walked out, wishing I could lock him in. 

I stomped into class. 

My mind was still a bit messed up because of all that had happened in the heated locker room. I was in a war with my brain and dick. Why would he hold me like that and still say that he hated me? 

"Oh fuck," I swallowed when I realized that Khalil was in this particular class. I was not mentally ready to see those brown eyes and that stupid smirk of his on those lips. Why was I acting like this?

"Oh fuck indeed." 

I heard the whole class giggle softly and looked up with a blush to see my irritated teacher's face. Had I said that out loud?

"Why are you just joining us, Mr. Daniels?" She asked strictly and I massaged my temple. 

"I had to lock the locker room-" 

I started and a girl suddenly sucked in her breath, "Wow, are you back to being the school's coach now?"

People started cheering and I looked at them, shaking my head, "No no, Naza is on a break-"

"-Yes he is."

The whole class was quiet and the once irritated teacher was happy to see the idiot behind me. At once, his fangirls started squealing at the news and definitely, his presence. 

"Please! Mr. Ahmed and Daniels! Go and sit at the back over there," She tapped her feet impatiently and I nodded, shuffling to the seat she told us to be. 

I didn't want to look at his face, and he didn't seem bothered. He just sat down beside me, and his jaw seemed to be turned in the direction of the teacher. My heart was slamming for no reason.

How was I supposed to explain that I wasn't the new coach before the rumors would spread? 

I wanted to hit him so hard. Preferably on the lip. So that next time, if he tries to make out with a girl, it would hurt like a bitch. 

"Okay, class! This project is going to be a tough one!" She said, tapping her marker on one of the desks in front. But the girl didn't seem bothered, instead she was happy that her desk had been chosen. 

"Ah, another project," Khalil murmured to my hearing. His baritone voice sent shivers through my body. I shook my thoughts and tried to regulate my breathing. Had I told him he was hot? Shoot me now. 

I peeped at him from the side and I noticed his ironed uniform and his wet curls falling against his cheeks. He looked beautiful but I knew better, he was a demon and he wasn't gay. He was probably testing the waters. And I was pretty sure I wasn't liquid. 

"The partner beside you is your partner for the rest of the session."

Fuck.

Me.

What!?

I froze. 

And Khalil let out a small smirk as he wrote down the project subject. Some girls groaned when they realized that they would not be working with Khalil. And some whispered about how we would probably be punching each other while working. 

He stayed quiet without saying a thing and it disturbed me. I wanted to know what he thought but deep down, I already had an idea. He was honestly going to eat me at this point. This boy didn't have a stop button. 

But his face was blank, he looked normal and I sucked in a breath, trying to act emotionless too. 

"Is there a problem Kezie?" He asked quietly as he drew the map.

I cleared my throat and picked up my pencil, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"You've been staring at me for the past five minutes, like you have something to tell me," He dragged and finally looked at me with those eyes, reading me, judging me.

"It's nothing, everything is fine," I answered, and looked back at my paper, waiting for the class to end.

After ten minutes, it finally did and the teacher happily left, leaving the students to discuss meeting plans for the projects. I stood up and packed my bags quickly unlike Khalil, who acted like a snail. 

"Where are you running to?" He asked jokingly as he stood up. I flung my bag over my shoulder and frowned at him. Remembering how I had seen his muscled chest and defined arms. 

Why did a high school kid go to the gym so much? 

Well, senior, but still. 

"I'm not running," I defended sassily and he smiled, nodding his head slowly. I hoped deep down that people weren't noticing this. 

"Hey!" 

I looked to see Angel and almost puked. I hated her, more than Khalil. She was so unnecessary most of the time. Filled with gossip, cheerleading, and sex. 

Khalil gave her a bored look as she looked at both of us. As I said, we were both good-looking and Angel had come to me before, but I made it clear that I didn't find her attractive. But I was pretty sure that Khalil had fucked her. 

And that made me feel a bit uncomfortable. 

"Hey."

"Hi."

Khalil and I both greeted her but I was pretty sure that she was too oblivious to notice that we didn't want her there. 

"Well, we all know how you two don't like each other, so we girls, decided to help you. Why don't you and Stephanie become partners, and Khalil and I will wing along for the project?" She asked me with a sickly sweet smile, feeling smart with her plan. Usually, we were supposed to agree right away and the teacher wouldn't even feel bothered. 

Knowing Khalil, he would prob-

"No."

I paused in my head. 

I looked at Khalil who was giving Angel the coldest look ever. 

"Why not? You don't even like each other," She argued and with the deathly look on Khalil's face, I wanted her to shut up and leave. 

"No Angel. We're good," He answered with the same facial expression she had earlier. Fake. 

She shrugged and the other girls who had been leaning into the conversation sighed in sadness.