Becoming hers

It was a boring day in class, mostly empty with students filing out on one side
The sunlight streaming in through the windows warming my face
I smiled
Then I heard a calm clear voice from behind me whisper "you're pretty"
I turned to answer, trying my best to reign in the awkwardness
Then she looked directly into my eyes and said  again " you're so pretty"
I didn't know how to react
My brain was working a mile a minute trying to decipher the hidden barb or malicious intent
While she stared at me, amusement across her face
I was tongue tied, I admit I never really get moments like this
When my Brain is completely static and I can't form a coherent response
So I blurted whatever came to mind
Why?
She laughed like I'd told her a funny joke
I was uncomfortable under her gaze, made me feel a little less hidden and a little bit small
She didn't respond
So I turned away but I heard her softly say
"because you don't even know it"
My breath caught in my throat
I couldn't understand what the hell was wrong with me
For no rhyme or reason, why indulge in flattery
What's her reason for doing this?
Suddenly I heard laughter behind me, she was laughing so hard pearl like tears gathered at the corner of her eyes
They glistened under the weak glow of the classrooms overhead lights
Then I realised I had been biting my lips so hard and squeezing my notes
I turned away fast and bore holes through the white board with my eyes
I heard the chair squeek from behind me and slow determined footsteps approach my seat
My heart thudded so hard
Within seconds she was in front of me, with her curly hair messily framing her soft smooth face
Her mouth raised up into a smirk as she stared at me like a predator does a prey
It was all wrong but my heart still felt the tremors of excitement
Raising up her hood she leaned down  her actions so fluid and handsome, until her face was a few inches from mine
My heart literally stopped, then restarted again
I managed to squeeze out a what are you doing, stunned when I heard the squeaky sound of my own voice
She grinned then, it reminded me of a wolf just before devouring a bunny
Moving my head away to make some apace between us, she raised her slender fingers caressing my face then gripping my chin
My face buzzed where she touched, she ran a finger across my lips and licked hers
Then she leaned in her breath hot on my ears and said, her voice clear like rushing spring water
"Pretty prince, how about becoming mine? "
I blanched, she was everywhere invading all my senses even the pores of my skin, I couldn't retort
Laughing softly, she tilted her head  like she'd thought of something
A strange look crossed her eyes as she closed the distance between us, her soft lips pressed against mine
I gasped, and with that she forced her tongue in my mouth
I heard her groan as I tried to understand what was happening
She stopped and moved away, my face felt hot
Rubbing her thumb against my swollen lips she smirked, pressed hers against it again and murmured
Now you're mine.......