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Will Not Be Ignored

Declan

I couldn't help myself; I knew she was planning to come to the library during study hall. I tracked down her friend Leslie, and she told me she was coming here, so I walked with her to the library awaiting my prey. Sure enough, about five minutes after the bell rang in walked my Scarlett.

Looking all flustered and pissed off to see me talking with another girl. The fact that it's her friend I can only imagine made the sting worse. So, I did what I normally do, I rubbed a little salt into the wound and had my fun. I flirted with her friend, all the while not listening to a word Leslie said. No, my entire focus was on the pissed off redhead at the door.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye the entire time. When I saw her signature eye roll and seen her head for the books on the far wall, I couldn't help myself, but to end the boring conversation with Leslie and start in that direction. Sure, enough there she was at the end of the aisle, looking up at the books on the shelf, searching for a specific one.

I leaned against the shelf, with my arms crossed studying her a moment. She looks beautiful, but I cannot help feeling there is something there. Some sadness everyone around her is missing. I plan to find the underlying cause of it and find out what happened to her, and if I can rectify it in some way. Preferably with my fists, I can be quite persuasive using them.

She freezes in one spot and looking up at a shelf a little too high for her to reach. She found the book she was looking for. I make my way over to her, and once behind her I reach up and take her hand. Feels like my skin is on fire whenever I touch this woman. The hairs on my arm stand at attention, and I can't help myself, I move my body, so it's flushed with hers. Crowding her into the shelf, I get another whiff of her hair.

Shaking my head, a little, to clear the thoughts so I can focus, I move her hand and reach for the book she was trying to grab. When I bring it down between us, I see what the book is. It's an old one, and one we were assigned in English Literature last year. My brows furrow, with confusion, as to why she would want to read this if she isn't assigned it.

She ignores my questioning stare and makes her way up front so the librarian can stamp the card to the book. I watch her with laser focus as she makes her way to a table in the back of the library. If she thinks she's going to escape me she has another thing coming. I will not be easily ignored. With a huge smile on my face, I follow her to the table, and take a seat across from her.

When she makes it clear by the dagger stare, she sends my way that I'm not welcome, I make myself comfortable. I stretch out my legs, making sure my foot hits hers in the process. She huffs and opens her book, begins to read, and starts her process of ignoring me. She quietly asks if I have somewhere else to be or someone else to torment, when I tell her that there is nowhere else, I would rather be, she mumbles something like how lucky she is.

I have to say I agree with her entirely. Everyone should feel the greatness of my company. Knowing she wants to ignore me to the best of her ability; I knock my foot back and forth under the table. Once I feel where hers is, I snag it between my feet and drag her foot closer to me.

Causing her to drop the book on the table, her eyes shoot to mine. "Let go." Her words are meant to threaten. What I'm not sure, but something tells me if I don't release her, I'll find out. Game on!

"I don't think I will. I mean hey I'm extremely comfortable just as I am." I shoot her a wink.

"I mean it, this is not funny in any way." I can almost hear the growling timbre in her tone.

"Do I look like I'm laughing?" I ask her with my eyebrow raised.

She tries to yank her foot back to her side of the table, but I refuse to release her. I need to get under her skin, I don't know why, but something tells me if I keep it up, she'll eventually get to her breaking point. That's what I want, what I crave from this woman.