She's Mine

Chapter - 3

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I swear to god my eyes nearly shot out of my sockets as he smirked at me, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was checking me out. I didn't even give a crap at how hot he was at the moment as long as he freaking put his eyes back where they belong!

Damn him, because of him, I've had a shitty morning.

I raised an eyebrow and spoke "Eyes up here,"

To be honest, I was surprised. I'm not "ugly", I'm just used to hiding under my clothes, and not because I have insecurities or anything. It's just because I feel comfortable in them and I don't exactly have the will to walk into school like it's a photoshoot. Nobody even bothered with the school's biggest "nerd". And I was fine with that. I hated the spotlight. I hated when the attention was towards me. I die inside when a load of people are staring at me.

Moving on, the reason I was surprised because I actually had the courage to speak to him and give him an attitude but hey, new school, new me. I thought he was going to go back to the bitch he was being in the morning but he shook his head and chuckled.

"Sorry, sweetheart, couldn't help myself," he gave me a wink.

I rolled my eyes in disgust and went over to a mat to get this thing done and over with.

I expected him to follow and he did. I turned around, glaring, and he raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Yes, Princess?"

"I thought I was sweetheart?" I mocked his tone, trying to get my voice to be low and husky.

He laughed and said, "Princess, I don't talk like that,"

"By the way, are you bipolar or something?" I blurted out.

Ariana you stupid idiot. Can't keep your mouth shut, eh?

"What?" He questioned, looking amused.

"You bumped into me in the morning, making me fall over and didn't even help me up, and now you're acting like we're good old buds having a tea party,"

He laughed hard "Well, you should be lucky you got to feel this," he gestured down his body, waggling his eyebrows.

"Yikes, okay."

"Heard that, Princess, Oh and you hit like a fly" he winked when I had swatted the back of his forehead.

I scowled. I did not hit like a fly.

"Come here," he lifted two fingers to gesture me forward. 

I slowly walked onto the mat and stood infront of him, noticing the height difference and I frowned.

I was 5"7 which was tall but he was 6"3 or 6"4. And in a good way, not lanky or anything but fit and just perfect. Not that I'm trying to compliment him or anything, um.

"Now, shortcake," I rolled my eyes at his another nickname.

"I'm not short," I cut in.

"Sure," he smirked, "Anyways, I'm going to attack you - not hard - and you have to dodge or defend yourself, got it?" He spoke like he had done this before.

I nodded once and he charged at me and in a second, without I could even realize what was happening, I was lying straight down on the mat, facing the ceiling.

I groaned, rubbing my head. He seemed like a professional at this.

I sat up and looked at him, he had his arms folded on his chest and he was smirking while shaking his head.

"Help me up?" I asked, batting my eyelids.

"No." How gentlemanly, "And don't do that, you look like an absolute idiot,"

"Gee thanks, Austin," I rolled my eyes.

"Pleasure is all mine, milady," he winked.

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I was back in my band shirt and my ripped skinnies and shoes and I was walking home, my eyes focused on my phone.

So no-one really cared that I had left, I sighed, scrolling down Facebook.

Well, I didn't really expect anything else.

I gave out another sigh and shoved my phone in my pocket.

I started to walk faster because it was getting darker.

But then a fancy car came skidding in front of me. I gasped and looked at the car.

It honestly looked really expensive and beautiful. The windows were tinted black so I couldn't see anything.

The driver window winded down "Get in, Princess, it's not safe to be walking around in New York at this hour," called a deep and masculine voice.

I breathed out, "Austin, you dick, I thought you were a rapist or something,"

I walked towards the driver side and saw him smirking at what I said.

"Why are you following me? Is stalking me your new habit now?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him and he looked amusedly at me.

"What did I just say? This ain't Aussie, mate," he mimicked my accent, using a higher voice and I slapped his arm.

"That is not my accent and my voice isn't that high and how did you know I was Australian?" I asked curiously.

"Sure, sweetheart." He winked and started again "Nash is Australian,"

"Who is-

He cut me off and said, "Are you getting in or do I have to drag you?"

I glared at him and moved towards the passenger side, huffing and opened the door and sat inside.

I put on my seatbelt and told him my address.

He shook his head, smirking.

And he turned around and headed towards the other direction to my house.

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