His To Possess || 18+

The unseen threat

Elena

A month had passed since I arrived at Crestwood, and I had settled into the rhythm of college life. I loved everything about it—the classes, the campus, and most of the people. Of course, there were a few exceptions: a handful of mean girls and, most notably, Caleb.

Initially, I thought Caleb's behavior was some sort of prank, but I was wrong. He hadn't backed off. Instead, he seemed more determined to stake his claim on me.

Idiot!

Every day, without fail, Caleb would find me between classes, at lunch, even when I tried to hide in the library. He'd corner me and remind me, "You're my girl, Elena." And every day, I would reply, "No, I'm not."

But he wouldn't budge. He was relentless, always inserting himself into my day in any way he could.

"Why won't he leave you alone?" Kiara asked one afternoon as we sifted through reference materials in the library for our assignments.

"I don't know, but he really annoys me," I sighed, flipping through my notes in frustration.

"Maybe he really likes you," Mark chimed in, giving me a knowing look.

I rolled my eyes. "Or maybe he just enjoys annoying me and trying to mark his claim on me. Either way, he's relentless."

Despite his obnoxious persistence, I had to admit that Caleb had helped me quite a bit with my academics. As much as I hated to acknowledge it, the guy was a genius, and his tutoring had significantly improved my understanding of the subjects.

He always helped me out, even if it meant he had to skip his classes.

Of course, I called him an "asshole topper" to his face, but deep down, I was grateful.

And so, we developed a bond where he kept acting like he owned me, and I kept denying it as usual.

We were in the library when I stood up from my seat to find a book that I needed for my assignment. As I was searching for it, I saw that it was placed on the top rack of the library shelf at the end.

I stretched and jumped, trying to reach it, when suddenly I felt two hands lifting me up. I jolted at the sensation of being lifted.

When I looked down, I saw Caleb holding me steady so I could grab the book.

My heart almost leaped out of my chest. I quickly took the book and stepped out of his grip.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered angrily.

"Helping you out, El!" He grinned mischievously.

Yes, he now called me El, Ellie, or Elena, depending on his mood.

"You can't just pick me up like this," I warned him, trying to sound stern.

"Of course I can. I can do whatever I want with you. You're my girl." His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his breath fanning across my lips.

I could hear my own heartbeat whenever he came this close.

What the hell does he mean by "whatever he wants"?