Consider Me

Chapter Seven: Lily

I think I lost my voice. That should explain why I can't speak. Lucas keeps talking while I remain frozen by his side, gawking at the crowd like they witnessed a murder. I am getting so many jealous stares from the girls around, curious glances from boys that my head feels dizzy but I know that's not the reason. 

Nope. It's Lucas's hand searing my waist with their hold. His grip is possessive on me, tight but gentle. His face beaming like a kid who made friends with Santa. Such a wide smile, eyes crinkling with the stunt he pulled today. Why did he do it? Was it a bet? A cheap play on who will get the girl outside of their circle?

Sabina looks at me with shock and concern, her encouraging head nod telling me that I should speak up but what? I tried being bold and look what it did. Fucking got me a bracelet that I am sure costs a fortune. The crystals look like diamond but I am afraid to ask or even glance at it. They carry a heavy weight on my wrist. I feel as if someone is pulling my left hand and I can't do anything put give in to the gravity. 

"Guys," Lucas looks over to his friend circle, all rich kids scanning me with an amusing flicker in their eyes. "This is Liliana, short for Lily. My girl-"

"I am not your girlfriend," the words were out of my mouth before I could process them. 

Lucas leans in. "What?" 

I take a deep breath, removed his hands from my waist and took my bracelet off with shaky fingers. Oh god, I hope I don't break the crystals. I don't think I could ever pay it in this lifetime. Working up my courage, I slowly turn to him, my lips tightly pursed similar to his except for an amusing glint in his eyes. "I said I am not your girlfriend,"

The students starts whispering. 

Some were loud enough for us to hear and I immediately know it was a mock on me. Whether I say yes or no to Lucas, I'll be the only one judged here and their murmurs confirmed it. 

What does she think of herself? The Queen of England to refuse Lucas's proposal. 

She's pretty bland. I don't know why he chose her. 

Who is she again? I don't think I've seen her before.

I refused to pay attention to them because if I open my mouth, they won't have a face to show around the campus. "Take your bracelet," I tell Lucas, 

"Nope, it's yours," he replies, 

"No its not. Take it back,"

"I told you it's yours,"

I sigh. 

Fine I didn't wanted to do it but fuck it. I take a step towards him, my height a severe disadvantage but I didn't let it affect me. I was finally working up the nerve to act and I won't let anything distract me. Not even the hundred eyes that are staring at me. 

I tip my head up daring him to look at me while I give him his precious bracelet. Something flickered in his gaze when I held his hand. Something dark. His pupils dilated when I brush my fingers inside his wrist before lifting it and slipping the bracelet. The entire time we had our eye contact, a longing took it's place inside me. 

Longing for a boy in my life. 

Longing for a touch.

Longing for loyalty. 

His gaze held so much intensity in them I was afraid I'll get burned. I don't know why is he doing this? What is the reason behind this little game? We never met before yet the determination in his eyes charred my skin for the impending danger. 

Without words he told me everything. Showed me my future that I can't escape while I remain at this school. This isn't over. He will do this again and again until I say yes. Lucas Hawthorne, I may not know him but I know enough that no one says no to a Hawthorne and I did just that.