Torn between who to choose

Chapter 6. Disaster

"So your going to the party, right?" Jessica asked Sam. "What party are you talking about this time; you just went to a party yesterday?." Sam answered deadly. "Joy kill, mood spoiler," Jessa said, rolling her eyes.
 
"What about you, Abigail?, Abigail, abiiii Jessa yelled, pulling Abigail out of what she was thinking of. "What party is that?" Abigail asked her. 
 
"Just a normal party, a great way to end the first week."  "So are you in?" Jessa asked, excitement showing in her voice.
 
"Sure, why not?" 
"Yesss, thanks, Abi," Jessa said. "Sammmmmm, please, for my sake," Jessa pleaded, faking puppy sad eyes.
"Whatever," Sam answered, and she received a hug from Jessa, in return who was squealing now
"Thank you; we all get ready at my house," Jessa said, and they agreed.
 
Later that day.
 
Seeing she had art class next, Abigail made her way to the class; getting there, she realized she was the only one here, as she came early.
 
So she then settled down on a seat, brought out her earpods, stuck them in her ear, and brought out her sketchbook.
 
Listening to music and concentrating on what she was doing, she was unaware of her environment; she didn't realize that a hole was being bored into her by the staring of a familiar fellow.
 
Getting tired of the staring, he decided to see what captured her attention so much. He moved quite quietly and stealthy to her behind and was about to peek into her book when he was lifted and pinned to the floor.
 
It was clear that shock was registered on both of their faces.
Abigail was shocked to see him, for what was Leonardo sneaking up on her for?
And Leonardo, for how in the hell was she able to pin him down so fast?
 
"Are you stalking me, Leonardo Martinez, hmmmmm?" Abigail asked with a cunning smile on her face. Causing him to scoff.
"Who do you think you are? Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart," Leonardo said with a plain expression, masking whatever was happening inside of him right now.
 
"Are you so sure? I can see you almost everywhere I go these days; should I be afraid, Leonardo?" She reverted back with a smile.
 
Okay, the way she called his name was definitely doing something to him; the way it rolled of her tongue, that American accent, was top notch.
 
Listening to what she said, a smirk formed on his face, so that means that Abigail Smith has been noticing whenever I'm around, right?. He said, smiling, showing off those perfect white teeth.
 
Now Abigail was rendered silent by this.
"Don't tell me you have caught feelings for me on just one encounter with me," he said teasingly. "Not like I can blame you though.".
 
"Haha, very funny; I don't want it to sound cliche, but I'm not like other girls, Mr. Playboy," Abigail said in her defense.
 
Yes, he knew she was not like other girls—definitely something different about her. But he didn't know what, though.
 
"That's not how people will see it though," Leonardo said, something dangerous flashing through his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Abigail said in confusion.
 
"Hope your boyfriend doesn't break up with you after this,"  he said, and before Abigail could blink, he removed her hands from his shoulder, making her drop on him, and held her waist, bringing her closer to him.
 
She was in awe at this, and then she suddenly heard the whispers of people from behind.
I looked at the smile on his face, wtf, so this is what he meant.
 
There position was definitely something else, with her body laid on his, his hand securing her waist, and his face right in front of her breast.
 
Abigail was in a dilemma, whether to stand up from her current position or run away. 
She couldn't just face the people staring, but continuing to lie down there was worst.
 
"Fuck you, Martinez," she cursed before getting up fast and leaving the room in a hast, making him laugh hard.
 
Getting up, seeing the crowd that just witnessed their not-so-real make-out session, he smiled.
 
Examining the crowd, he saw the ever-average girl he just had sex with on the rooftop; her expression showed she wasn't pleased.
 
And this thrilled him the more; this is it; this is how it should be. I should be in control of things like this. I am the Leonardo Martinez.
 
He was in such a good mood; maybe this was what he needed; he just proceeded to sit down, awaiting for the class to start.
Not giving shit at the murmurs.
 
Later that day
 
Abigail's POV
 
I really wasn't feeling like going to the party, but after today's event, I just want to get drunk and forget everything.
 
If I hated Leonardo before, it has changed now. I detest and despise him. If a gun was handed to me, I wouldn't even  think twice before shooting him.
 
I'm now known as the Scary Playboys new toy. Everything is a disaster. The amount of people talking, girls throwing me dirty looks, and all.
And not to talk about Isaac; I haven't seen him throughout today; I don't know if he has heard.
 
Our relationship hasn't even started, but it might as well be broken now.
 
This might be the seventh glass I drank this night, but the effect of the drink hadn't even taken place.
 
I need something stronger. Standing up, I bumped into someone, and seeing me, their expression changed. "So who's the slut now, huh?" they said.