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"Don't call me that!" Selena hissed once more, scowling as fiercely as she could manage at the moment. Which wasn't very - it was one of those scowls that was more amusing than scary/fierce. Her hand went down to bat away his hand from her hip, though she didn't persist nor push him away particularly hard, instead seeming to start paniking a little as her breaths became quicker. It would be completely fair to say that Selena was beginning to hyperventilate.

"Just don't call me anything, don't even talk to me, just...just leave me alone or find something useful to do and find some way to get us out of here or break us out I'm sure there's a spare key somewhere. And yes I know its tight in here I'm not stupid, I know we're stuck in here but I'm sure there's something we can do to solve this or to pass time completely, like...finely and innocently and everything and..."

Her breaths were fast and her lungs were struggling to cope, pale gray eyes staring at the floor rather than up into his, the teen afraid of what might happen if she looked at him.

A pet name she liked? Not likely. Titch, nu-uh. Tickle-bunny, even more nu-uh. The shakes quickly caused her to shut up, instead giving a slightly strange squeak/whine cross, hands scrambling about for something to hold on to, to steady herself with. She settled on Damian's shoulders, nails digging in to get him to stop shaking her, her small frame continuing to shiver a little when he finally stopped. And next thing he knew, his fingers were on her chin, tilting her face upwards so she had no choice but to look him in the eye.

Those really pretty, gray eyes that were so similar to hers...

"...O-Okay," she whispered softly, her whole body shivering softly. The lack of air in her lungs, the situation she was in, the slight draught that seemed to be coming from no-where all contributed to the shivers, Selena clamping her eyes shut with another squeak when his fingers were on her face again, pushing hair from her eyes. If she didn't look at him, everything would be alright. Everything would be fine, like he said, and someone would come find them before anything stupid happened. She felt dizzy, and her hands gripped tighter on his shoulders to steady herself, before Selena once again realized what she was doing...

And again, she pushed him away, which ended up in herself stumbling backwards onto the shelves. Again. It wasn't even funny anymore, at least not for Selena, as she gave an upset, defeated cry, on the verge of tears again as she tiredly pushed herself to her feet. Again.

She was trying to breathe deeply, but the fact that she kept hurting herself which she blamed a little on him for making her push him away...well, it wasn't helping. Mildly surprised as another nickname crept into conversation, one she was actually no too annoyed it, Selena took Damian's hand, allowing him to help her up as she dusted herself off for the third time. She was watching the floor again, still afraid to look up.

Tears were in her eyes, but not falling as she suddenly looking up to him with strange defiance in her pale eyes, hands curling gently into fists. "Because...just because! Because of your...your stupid eyes, and your stupid smile, and your stupid...stupid you!" she burst out, chewing on her bottom lip afterwards as she stared at him, almost daring him to respond in anything other than a serious manner.

He sounded confused, and Selena knew her arguement was childish and didn't even make sense. But she needed to get it all out, needed to just vent and make it extremely clear that in no way did she want to do anyting with Damian right now, especially not hug or kiss him. No, not at all! Selena was furious at herself for even entertaining the idea! Her eyes remained defiant for several moments longer before that edge faded away, leaving wide eyes that were soon diverted once more, back to the side, the floor, just away from his face. She only chewed her lip harder in frustration, before cursing quietly as she tasted the coppery tang of blood, having bitten through her lip. Instead of chewing it, she began sucking on it instead, unaware of the effect it was having on Damian.

"...I don't know either," she finally admitted, speaking quietly. How long had they been in the cupboard? It seemed like forever already, and the draught from before seemed to have disappeared, meaning the small space was getting stuffy.

There were several awkward moments, and Selena just stood there, content to wait in silence until somebody found them. Her eyes darted down to watch his feet as Damian took a step closer, the hand on her neck prompting her to suddenly look up at him, and straight into his eyes. She knew that look - she knew exactly what his intentions were, and exactly what was coming next. Her mouth fell open a little, about to respond, push him away, shout at him, what she should be doing. But instead he stopped her in her tracks with a kiss, and Selena melted almost instantly.

Stunned eyes were open for a few moments, the teen perfectly aware that this was wrong on so many levels. He was her ex, she'd been advising friends to stay away from him, he'd broken her heart, yet here she was, in a closet with him, unable to find the strength in her arms to push him away. Finally giving in, she made a strange sound of content as she leaned forwards into him, eyelids fluttering shut and arms curling up around his neck, hugging him closer.

His arm was around her waist, she couldn't escape even if she wanted to. And even if it wasn't, they were in a closet, there was no-where to go. Not that she wanted to go anywhere, she'd forgotten just how good a kisser Damian was. There was still that tiny little voice in the back of her head, telling her to stop, how she'd regret this later, how she'd never forgive herself. And Selena knew all of that, but just didn't care. All she cared about was a) how good this kiss was and b) how she was going to need air soon. But not right now, as the teen found herself lost in the kiss, arms tugging him insistantly closer still.

What the pair weren't aware of, however, was the fact that Mr. Johnson, the Biology teacher who'd given them detention in the first place, had come to check up on them and ensure they were completing the task to a high enough standard. Finding the room empty and the cupboard closed, he assumed the two had finished and gone home already. Uncertain that they would have been able to complete such a task in such a short space of time, he gave a sigh as he opened the closet from the outside, the door automatically unlocking itself when opened from the correct side...

And he found exactly what he didn't expect to find.

((I went with the teacher, hope that's okay? ;; Feel free to NPC him or whatever, I figured he'd just give them both more detentions xD))

She could feel his hand slipping lower, and her own hands came in to stop that - he was an amazing kisser, but Selena was still conscious enough to know that he was certainly not getting any of that.

A cold draft of air was the signal of much worse things, however, Selena practically leaping away from Damian, eyes wide, the girl like a rabbit caught in headlights. Ohshitohshitohshit. It was her teacher, oh noooooo! Feeling her cheeks quickly flush a bright, tomato red, Selena tried several times to start a sentence, to bring up an excuse, but nothing came out, her mouth just opening and closing not unlike a goldfish's might. Damian was ordered to leave, and Selena avoided his glance as he did, unable to look anywhere but at the floor, hair falling over her face.

She had to finish cleaning it, by herself!? Selena made as if to argue, before realizing that would only make things worse, and instead only giving a meek nod. "Yes sir," she whispered, chewing her bottom lip once more.

She was never, ever going to live this down.

"Well...good then." Mr Johnson responded, adjusting his tie. He was a little uncomfortable, it would have been fair to say. "I'll be telling Mr. Cole the same thing tomorrow. However, I think it might be...best if we keep you two apart, hmm?"

He left her with his comments, departing.

Selena gave several more meek nods, feeling her cheeks gain even more heat, if it was possible. Yes, apart. Most definitely. Waiting until the door had swung shut behind him, Selena turned to the messy cupboard behind her, sizing it up.

This was going to take her hours.