Stalker turns into my lover

Chapter 4 - Jealousy

I walk into the canteen at lunch time by myself as I haven't made any friends yet. I stand in the line and get pushed by the popular girls several times. "Oh sorry, we didn't see you". They say as they pucker their lips. As soon as the boys walk in they push their chest up and pull their skirts higher whilst fiddling with their hair.
"I heard Carlos was talking to the new girl" as they whispered. I quickly move forward as I did not want to get into drama.
"Hey you, why you talking to 'my' Carlos for, you do know his taken". She sternly says.
"He just asked me if I was okay that's it, you don't need to worry". I say reassuringly. She huffs.
"Worry, me? you must be crazy". The rest of her friends started laughing and eyeing me up. I turn around as I felt a stronger push resulting to my cutlery falling. "Oops" she says.
As soon as I bend down a familiar face from class already has picked up my cutlery and hands them to me. "Sorry about that , they sometimes get like that". He stands next to me as he looks at me taking my facial features in.
"I'm Oscar, I saw you in Spanish class". He beams.
"I'm Anastasia" as I smile.
Suddenly Carlos comes out of nowhere as he pushes in front of us with a serious face.
"Oscar why you here, I thought you eating with the lads".
"Change of plans" as he looks in my direction. Carlos's face is fixated on me. I stand awkwardly as I catch a glance of Carlos's face.
"Anny Jackson is in trouble". As he blurts out with a straight face. Firstly Anny? Whose that? Do you have the right to give me a nickname. I quickly edge forward to Carlos "What you mean, where is he?". As I say eagerly worried. I follow Carlos as he leaves as I say sorry to Oscar.

I walk out and follow Carlos. I don't know where his taking me but I'm getting scared. Im following a 6ft figure with a strong build, where I'm only half the size of him. 5'2 isn't half the size I'd say.
He angrily turns around and gets up in my face.
"You like the boys attention don't you?" He says. As his blue eyes are piercing through my soul.
"Carlos where's Jackson, you said his in trouble?". Carlos chuckles. I soon realise that I got played.

"Carlos why did you bring me here?". I say scaredly. "You just wanna get fucked, don't you?". Growing up I've always been that innocent mummy's girl but when he uses unfamiliar phrases my brains scrambled.
"Carlos lets go please I'm scared". He looks down to my skirt and says
"Why do you wear short skirts, is it because you want boys to stare at your legs?".
I look down "They're not short, they cover my private areas". He starts ranting and all I can hear is the blood rushing to my head. I don't know what to do.

I feel a small teardrop forming in my eyes as It rolls down my face, as several more fall down my face whilst staring at him. I say "sorry" as I quickly try to get out of there. He follows me and wraps me up in a back hug whilst he says
"Sorry my intention was never to make you cry". I've never really been ranted to since I've had a quiet life growing up. These new changes I'm not used to. We stay cuddled up as I feel his hands pacing up and down my stomach. I can feel his warm breath on my neck as he kisses it.

"I'm sorry" he kept repeating again and again. He pulls my skirt down to its original length just above my knees and whispers "You look gorgeous when you cry". Still in my thoughts I couldn't hear what he was saying.
Suddenly Carlos's phone started ringing which was when he drifted from me. He returned to his straight cold face as he says "I gotta go". I stand there as I watch him go. He turns around just before heading out and gives me a cold goodbye   stare through his eyes as his shadow disappears.