You're Mine

Chapter Fourteen

Anastasia Ivanov

"Care to explain why you're late to my class?" Dr. Hall questioned me. I don't want to sound like a bitch, but attention was something that I was used to, but unfortunately I have to act like a ten year old.

"Oh I apologize Dr. Hall, I got lost on the way here." Dr. Hall was very attractive. 

He observes me longer than he should. "I'll let you slide this once, take a seat Ms...."

"James. Davina James." He continues his lesson and sit down in the last unoccupied seat. His class is very full for being a biology major. I must be with the fucking crackheads.

"James huh? Has a nice ring to it."  He can turn my earpiece back on. Great. "Be on the lookout for anything suspicious. And your boyfriend is on his way there." 

Who the fuck- 

"Alessandro, not Jake or whatever the fuck his name was."

"Lorenzo, shut the fuck up." I whispered as discreetly as possible, only earning a couple of stares, but I concealed it with a cough. 

"Hey, hey, hey, be nice now Davina James." He laughed loudly into my ear and I wanted to step on this stupid earpiece. "Okay, I'm done. But class should end in about thirty minutes and Alessandro is going to pick you up. Just thought you should know."

Time passes and the class already ends. "Miss James, can I see you?" I nodded my head and packed up, striding towards his desk.

"Something I can help you with Dr. Hall?" His eyes avert from his desk to me and something tells me that he's fucked a couple of his students before. There's a hundred dollar bill in his trash can.

"I just wanted to introduce myself to you." He gives me a big smile and looks down at my skirt, all the way down to my shoes. Something about him just makes me feel so uncomfortable. 

Alessandro De Luca

"You got to go pick her up." Lorenzo says. 

"No, you go get her. Or get anyone else to go get her." I would rather avoid her at all costs, then get into a car with her. Spare myself the argument. 

No one else has ever talked to me like she has, because I don't let people. But for some reason, I don't touch her, I don't order anyone to kill her, and I don't put her in her place. The woman is insane and she knows how to get into my skin. I don't do girlfriends or relationships and it's annoying as fuck when she tells me I'm not her boyfriend. No shit. 

"Can't. No one else is here, it's all on you." Fuck me.

"Okay whatever fuck." 

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As I pull up to the campus, I'm already enraged. Whispers fill the atmosphere about "the new girl". Some which are good, the others which are horrible.

Did you guys see the new girl?

She is so pretty, but she's quite shy huh.

I haven't heard her voice, but I just know she sounds good screaming my name.

Bro that body though, I'd totally fuck.

I saw her without her glasses and couldn't stop imaging those pretty little eyes looking up at me as she sucks my dick.

My knuckles turn white, gripping my steering wheel. I know she's not mine but I have this urge to protect her for some fucking reason and it's infuriating. I've never been to school in my life, and this is part of why. I had a bad temper growing up so if people were whispering bad type of shit about me, I would've kill every single one of them. 

About five minutes pass by, and there she is in her short ass uniform walking through the horny frat boys. Every single pair of eyes staring at her. I'm aware she's a very attractive woman, but I would expect people to keep it in their pants.

She opens my door harshly and slams it shut. I start to drive back home.

"Still mad?" She stays silent and I take that as a yes. I don't know why I care so much. It's annoying.

"Look, you're not a whore." Her arms are crossed when she looks in my direction. 

"Is that supposed to be a fucking apology?" Wasn't it? Fuck I'm bad at this.

"I mean is that how you took it?" 

She turned her body towards the window and continued to give me the silent treatment. 

I meant it though. She's not a whore. I've never seen her give any man attention or heard of her fucking people like a whore. She's just so... perfect. But I hate her.

"It was an apology." 

"Okay." Okay? I don't apologize to people and I get an okay? "Thank you." She finishes.

"Okay." 

"I finished the mission." 

"How did you manage to do that."

"Dr. Hall tried to feel up on me so I shot him in his kneecap and tortured him to snitch who was the rat. Diego Martinez? Sound familiar?"  

"Dr. Hall did what to you?" After she said that, everything else went blank. 

"It doesn't matter, I handled it." A flash of amusement twinkled in her eyes. "But it's done, okay? No more drug stealing or pervy professors." 

"Okay cool." What the fuck was that. Okay cool. What a dumbass.

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And tell me does it feel like that?

Does it really feel like that?

'Cause baby, if it's real like that...

Guys, I know this chapter is short but I seriously don't know what to write. Or what I was thinking trying to write a story. Fuck. I suck at this but I love all of you and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 900 READS!!!! You guys don't even know how much it means to me. Please keep faith in me and my story. Also I know this song doesn't really match but I love it. Bye y'all.

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