IAN
I woke up to a clanging sound. There was a tiny opening where the locked door was and someone pushed a tray of food through it. I walked over and picked it up with a grimace. Somehow they managed to make food more disgusting the cafeteria's. My stomach rumbled at the sight even though my taste buds were taking off in the other direction.

"Don't eat that shit," Draven suddenly spoke, scaring the hell out of me. I jumped back and his face softened a little at my reaction. "I didn't mean to scare you."

I smiled at him, my body feeling like mush just being in his presence. I was so happy he started talking to me. Who knew that being framed for rape by the actual rapist could be a good thing? I went to tell him it was fine but my stomach interrupted me with another embarrassing rumble that made my cheeks turn pink.

I heard him shuffling around before reaching through the hole and tossing an orange at me, which I barely caught.

"How did you get this down here?" I gasped. Any food that looked like, well, food, around here was like a miracle.

"I can be intimidating sometimes."

I scoffed and started peeling open the orange, "that's the biggest understatement of the year. If you didn't kill Brandon then he's either in a coma or crippled for life."

Draven peeled open his own orange. I didn't know why watching such a big, scary guy peel an orange made me want to laugh, but it did.

"Good," he snorted. "He deserved it." I sighed, still not liking how everyone resorted to violence for little problem here.

I chewed on a piece of the orange, and when the tangy flavor invaded my taste buds, it was pure heaven.

Draven watched me with a predatory stare when I looked up. I gulped, his eyes watching my adam's apple bob in my throat. I blushed again, licking the sweetness off of my lips and tried to control the pounding in my chest. He seemed to have a habit of staring, leaving me in complete silence as I had to strain to form some kind of coherent response. But of course my brain would just shut off and I became a blushing, stuttering fool.

"You're blushing," he pointed out as if I couldn't already tell.

I nodded, "because you keep looking at me like that."

"Looking at you like what?"

"Like you want to eat me."

He smirked at me and just the sight sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned a little closer to me, "who says I don't?"

My breath hitched in my throat and I felt myself being drawn to him like a magnet. My hands longed to press against his muscles and feel the smooth skin, my fingers desperate to brush his messy hair away from his eyes so I could lose myself in them, my lips aching to press against his so badly it hurt.

His smirk deepened as he watched me not so subtly check him out, "you want to kiss me."

My face scorched a cherry red color that even followed up to the tips of my ears, "wh- I, um. No I don't!"

Way to be fucking obvious, Ian.

He smiled at me, a real smile with his pearly white teeth on display and dimples digging into his cheeks. My heart melted at the sight.

"You're a bad liar," he stated.

I went to deny it, which would be another lie. One that would also be terrible because he was right.

I fumbled around with my fingers and refused to look him in the eyes, "well... do you? Do you want to kiss me too?" I spoke quietly, much less confident than the way he said it to me, but I was proud that I found the courage to ask at all.

"Look at me," he demanded. I winced at his words, way too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. "I wasn't asking."

I slowly met his gaze and if we were in a cartoon, hearts would be leaping out of my eyes. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly. Maybe the fact that he really is a stranger was part of what made him so attractive to me. A mystery begging to be unraveled.

He was also sexy as fuck.

His voice came out rough and it made my mouth water, "I do."

I got lost in the sight of him, leaning closer and closer before I realized there was still a gigantic wall between us. I frowned, "there-"

"Go stand in the corner." I looked at him in confusion but he just waited until I listened.

Before I could protest or worry about his knuckles that are probably all broken by now, he started pounding on the wall again. It only took seconds before there was a hole big enough for him to fit through. I couldn't breathe as I watched him stalk toward me.

Draven was even more intimidating than before as he looked down at me. I was so little next to him. It would be humorous if I wasn't about to wet myself in front of him again. His eyes never left mine as he slowly inched closer and closer. He looked hungry, but it definitely wasn't for another orange.

"Draven," I squeaked out when his hands reached up to cup my face. He was so close that I could see every tiny detail of his face. His skin looked so smooth and I couldn't spot a single blemish or imperfection. It was beyond me how, out of all people, he wanted to kiss me.

"Ian," he echoed, his voice a faint whisper. I didn't know what to do. His lips were just centimeters away from mine. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for him to take the lead.

But when his soft lips met mine, I melted in his arms.

His hands were caressing the sides of my face, guiding me through the kiss. It wasn't aggressive or rough like I thought it'd be. It was sweet and gentle and it made my knees weak.

Draven pulled away for a second to let me breathe, he stared at me intently the way he always does before bringing his lips back to mine. My arms wrapped around his neck while his own slipped down to hold onto my waist with a sturdy grip. His tongue brushed over my lower lip and I accidentally let out a moan, but I didn't have enough time to be embarrassed about it because he slammed me into the wall.

I take it back, what I said about the kiss being gentle. I take it all back.

My legs instinctively curled around his waist as his hands squeezed my ass, pressing my back into the cold wall and moving his body against mine. Want pooled in the pit of my stomach as his hips met mine.

I whimpered as his mouth moved down to my neck, littering kisses everywhere and sucking on my skin. I didn't have any sexual experience before and every sensation he brought me was new and I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted to drown in it.

His teeth scraped against my neck and I unintentionally bucked my hips into his. He groaned quietly and just the soft sound made my need for him tenfold.

"Draven," I whined, clawing at his shoulders desperately as he found all of the sensitive spots on my neck and tortured them, "D-Draven," my toes curled as he licked the end of my jawline.

Rolling my hips against his, I could feel he was just as hard as I was. I could help but moan again knowing that it was because of me. That he wanted me.

I rubbed against the huge bulge in his thin pants, eyes watering at how fucking good he felt against me, "f-fuck, Draven-"

"Mm," he ran his tongue over the shell of my ear, "what is it, baby."

I whimpered, desperate for him. Desperate for more.

"I n-need- need, nghh," I sobbed against him, unable to form any words that made sense.

He slipped his hands up my shirt and squeezed my hips, pulling me harder against him and he started to grind against me. Tears ran down my face, desire burning through my veins as I tried to beg him but all I could do was wither against him helplessly.

"I didn't expect you to be so needy, baby," he slipped his warm hand down my pants, "but look at you, making these cute little noises for me."

His hands were so big that his fist could wrap around my entire erection with ease. I sobbed and had to clench my jaw as he ran his thumb over the sensitive tip, teasing me in every way possible. I was more turned on than I ever had been before and I was at his mercy, more than willing to do anything he asked of me.

The door to the room opened up, making me squeak as I tried to move away from Draven who just held me tighter against him, annoyed with the interruption.

There stood Miles and that cafeteria lady who had gotten Chris in trouble for me. They both stood there with mortified looks on their faces. Well, Miles looked more smug and excited than scared. I knew I would never hear the end of it from him after this.

"Jesus christ!" the woman gasped, eyes bulging out of her head further when she saw the hole Draven broke through the wall, "how the hell did that happen?!"

Miles elbowed her gently. "I think we're kinda interrupting something," he tried to whisper to her but the both of us still heard him clearly.

"No!" my voice came out three octaves higher than normal, "we- we're not- you're not-"

"Get out," Draven grunted, not giving a damn as he then proceeded to ignore their presence, leaning in to kiss me again.

I pushed on Draven's chest and wiggled until he begrudgingly let me go, cursing at them under his breath. I tried pulling my pants back into place and tugging my shirt back down, patting my hair down that was sticking out in all sorts of directions.

I cleared my throat as the three of them stared at me.

Miles was ecstatic, the cafeteria lady looked traumatized, and Draven was incredibly horny.