A little information before I get into my actual story.
This idea was created by Ali from HardbackHoarder on YouTube. She’s posting a prompt everyday to get her, and anyone who participate’s, creative juices flowing. I found it to be such a fantastic idea. I think it will help get us all in shape for the crazy month that is the National Novel Writing Month. You may even find inspiration for dialogue, characters, or plots within these prompts! Anything can happen.
You can find more information at these links:
Day Four: Imagine Person A, a student at the local university, drunkenly hitting on their professor, Person B, at a bar.
This prompt was found at OTP Prompts.
His eyes follow her as she stumbles across the derelict, hardwood flooring of the hole-in-the-wall bar. He’s never seen her here, though he knows her. She sits in the third row, three seats from the aisle every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of his 12:30 English Literature class.
Her beautiful dark hair, normally pulled messily atop her head, now hangs in loose curls down her shoulders. Her copper skin glows in the dim lighting of the bar.
He’s never heard her voice. He wishes to.
She’s a student. Not again.
His eyes pull away from her to find a tall, young man pulling himself onto the rusty red barstool next to him. The man’s eyes flash to meet his own. He looks away quickly, hoping the malice he saw there wasn’t directed at him.
He feels warmth and smells lilac under tobacco smoke before he sees the person next to him. She moves close and slips her arm around his waist. He inhales deeply, shoulders straightening. Dark eyes are on him, then adverted.
“Vanessa, what are you doing?” He turns slightly to look at her, trying not to shift to much. He doesn’t want to shake her off.
“Mr. Cooper,” her smile is sinuous and the smell of mint and whiskey on her breath is addictive.
A voice just as smooth as her skin looks.
Her hand slides across his back and into his hair. She massages the blond curls between her fingers.
“This is inappropriate,” he wishes his voice held more conviction.
“I hear you’re quite—disciplined—in the inappropriate,” her hot breath brushes against his ear as she stumbles to form the sentence.
Her words register. A rubber band in his mind snaps into place, “what?”
“Ambition and success are very attractive,” with slightly less difficulty. The hand not in his hair slides down his chest as she rocks on her feet. He puts his arm around her under the guise of keeping her steady.
“Maybe I should take you home,” his mind far from wanting to take her home.
“I can think of other things I’d rather do with you,” her lips touch his neck lightly. He hasn’t had someone in so long. The need builds inside of him. He’s reminded of last time, he doesn’t care. His larger hand encases hers and he slides from the barstool. His arm closes around her waist to pull her strongly into his side.
She doesn’t protest as he pulls her outside, he doesn’t give her a chance. They are at his car parked near the back of dark lot, the only lighting near the bar entrance.
He spins her around and pushes her up against the cold door of the black SUV. His lips are on her. Neck, cleavage, anything he can reach. His hands slide around to grasp her curves.
He pulls back slightly, finally noticing her stillness. There’s a small, malevolent smile playing on her lips.
“Revenge come’s in all shapes and sizes. This is for Sadie,” vengeful hate coats her voice.
“Wait—” the knife pierces his back, perfectly placed to puncture his heart. The knife is immediately pulled out and he stumbles forward. He misses Vanessa as she spins out of the way and hits the car.
Gloved hands catch his wrists as he falls to the ground and flip him over.
Blackness mars his vision as those dark, malice-filled eyes meet his once again.
Thank you for reading! Feel free to join in anytime!