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Chapter Two I asked you a question

Chapter 2:

"Not the time," I snap at Emily, who must've knocked the sense out of her head.

"Sorry," she mutters, with a face that said, yikes.

My focus shifts back to the creep that tackled me and claimed me as his. My eyes turn to slits as I glare at the innocent look that he carries on his face. I close my eyes, taking deep breaths and counting as I try to manage my anger.

"What is wrong with you?" I question, fear creeping into my voice. He's just gawking at me, and it was giving me a funny feeling. 

"I told you,you're mine," he replies with furrowed brows.

He must be stupid.

"I'm sorry Levi, is your friend here autistic?" I grit, not very fond of this acquaintance any longer, either.

"No... he just gets excited when he sees a crush," Levi explains with wide and nervous eyes.

"She's not my crush idiot, she's my ma-" Lucas begins.

"She can't be," Levi snaps, glaring down at the man. Lucas stands in one swift motion, and they have some kind of staring contest. I can see their jaws clench and release, and they remind me of rabid animals about to attack. 

I move around them, taking hesitant steps, praying I don't break whatever spell they're in. Quickly, I reach out for Emily, and we rush to the girl's locker room to change.

"We need to leave, immediately," I rush as we throw on our clothes.

"I'm surprised you didn't want to stay and stare at those hotties," Emily laughed, not taking any of this seriously.

"I got this odd feeling being around them, I don't like it," I sigh shaking my head.

"Was it all... tingly," she mocks, wiggling her brows.

"Yeah... actually, it was," I reply honestly as I throw my sweatshirt over my head.

Great... my hair is gonna be tangled and the pool water is not gonna help. Damn high maintenance curls. I think to myself, scrunching my face in annoyance.

"Yeesh, I'm just kidding," Emily says, wide eyed.

"What, I didn't hear you," I reply, I had spaced out again

"Doofus," she tsks, "I said maybe you are their   soul mate." She bats her long eyelashes and makes a kissy face, causing me to laugh.

"What makes you think that?" I snort as I slip on my sandals.

"Because he tackled you and said MINE," she explains with a "duh" tone.

"This isn't some cave man version of the Notebook, Emily," I scoff as I throw my bathing suit into my locker.

"It's a joke," she huffs, "I said that before you asked me to repeat myself."

 Crossing her arms and carrying a pout on her lips, she marches out of the locker room. I follow close behind her, but halt when I see the two males leaning against the wall across from the door.

"Can we talk with you?" Levi asks, shrinking his frame slightly.

Is he trying not to look fucking intimidating with his impossible height? I'm 5'7 and have to crane my neck to look at him. He has to be at least 6'4. Like what the hell is this, Avatar?

"Sorry, my mom told me never to talk to strangers," I say quickly, my throat tight as nervousness settles in. If I were reading this in a book, I'd be wanting the girl to go with these two smoking guys, but this isn't a book. These two gorgeous hunks liking me, is just weird. I'm not saying I'm ugly, hell I have a lot of self confidence; but I'm definitely under their league. I have acne for goodness sake, they look like acne isn't even in their DNA.