Torn between who to choose

Chapter 5. My man

In detention
 
The class room was silent, as it was clearly stated as the detention rules: no talking, no interaction, and do something meaningful with your time.
 
The number of students that were in detention today weren't much.
 
So Abigail and Bella were close to each other, so the exchange of death glares were constant.
 
They both earned themselves a whole week of detention because of their fight, not to talk about enough bruises on their faces, mostly on Bella's side.
 
Abigail, wanting these 2 hours of detention to be over so badly, brought out her sketchbook to pass time.
 
"Is this seat taken?" someone asked, tapping her. Taking her eyes up to look at the person, she saw it was Isaac.
 
Did her heart skip a beat? Yes.
Did she suddenly forget how to use words? Yes.
 
So all she could do was nod, so he sat next to her, his eyes cleared fixed on herface.
"What happened to you?" he asked, his voice filled with nothing but concern as he raised his hand to touch her face.
 
Her cheeks were flushed now; she just stared at him like a fool while he moved his hands around her face.
 
But being suddenly aware of how she looked with the bruises, she brushed his hand off. "It's nothing, by the way; I just got into a fight with a crazy animal.". 
 
Of course, saying this, she focused her gaze on Bella, who was a few seats in front of her.
Isaac laughed at this, which caused a smile to form on her face.
 
"Excuse me for interrupting your love session, but we all know, no talking and interaction in detention," the teacher said, focusing his attention on Abigail and Isaac. Causing all eyes to be on them.

But a few minutes later, after pretending to do something, the lovers started talking again, keeping in mind that the teacher shouldn't catch them again.
 
While this was going on, everyone was busy doing their own thing, but there was this one person sitting in the back who couldn't get his eyes off these two lovers.
 
Leonardo's POV
 
How will you explain the fact that your clearly staring at someone, without realizing it, you  can't help in even controlling it?
 
Since she entered the room, my eyes were no longer in my command, having a mind of their own and always staring at her.
I noticed the scratch next to her right eye; it looked like it hurt, but it kind of looked sexy on her. I liked it.

Those eyes, that looked; that reminded me of pain and happiness.
 
Turning to look back, our eyes met, and what happened next petrified me; my heart skipped in panic. I haven't been like this in a long time. But I couldn't let that show now; I just stared back, keeping a reserved face.
 
And a few seconds later, she averted her gaze, looking forward and then  started scribbling on the book on her desk. Was she writing about me? What was she writing?. Why did she stare at me? Why am I thinking of that?.
 
I think I'm sick. No,  I am sick. This is definitely not me; I was about to stand up to go smoke, something to clear my head.
When this dude came and sat next to her, he extended to touching her face, touching the cut next to her eyes. And they were suddenly laughing, and the teacher calling them out didn't do any good.
 
Why did I care? I don't know, but I couldn't help frowning and glaring. Why did I want to go and punch this guy?
 
I know it's definitely not jealousy. It can't be, then what is it?
 
.....
Just as he was so focused on staring at Abigail and Isaac, Leonardo didn't know another person was also focusing on him and got to understand his reaction to the two so-called lovers and was definitely not pleased with this.
 
The next day.
 
Abigail's POV
 
I had just one more class before school closed, and that means another detention to attend today. It's a shame Issac wouldn't be there, I thought, remembering yesterday.
 
Walking into the lady's toilet to go and apply another set of concealer to hide the bruises, I was suddenly greeted by that same bitch from yesterday.
 
We both stared daggers at each other as I walked next to the mirror, where she was, and started applying the concealer.
She kept staring at me, but I just ignored her, but surprisingly, this time her stares were different. The look in her eyes was kind of different, kind of alarming.
 
"Do you know who I am, Abigail?" "I am Bella Russo," she spoke. She asked a question and still answered it; I couldn't help but chuckle.
 
And this made her scoff.
 
As a matter of fact, who is Bella? Well, she is the only daughter of some rich Italian man.
Yes, she is Italian, and I don't know what it is with these Italian people.
 
Walking around like they own the place, if Leonardo is respected like a king in this school, she forces everyone to recognize her as the Queen of the school.
 
All proud and feeling special, because of Daddy's money, nothing much.
 
As I finished applying the concealer, I turned to her and smiled. 
"Yes, you are Bella Russo, you know, the boyfriend collector. The number 1 slut of the School who still hasn't caught an STD.".
 
I said, and her reaction was everything, but unexpectedly she smiled. "If you say so, Abigail, if you say so.
Just remember, don't let history repeat itself; that Isaac be looking fine, you know." She said to my dismay.
And another reminder: "Stay away from my man," she whispered in my ear. Looking at her, I couldn't even read the look on her face; she just tapped my face and left.
 
I was confused. What did she mean by "my man"?