Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter 12: He's Mine

(Okay guys, I have nothing against Trisha Peytas (in fact, she's awesome), but I needed to use her here in this chapter as an extremely cliche cheerleader. Everything the reader says is not true at all, and I apologize beforehand. This is not bullying and I am sorry if anyone thinks I am trying to be rude. It's simply just for the plot-line.)

Walking through the school with an adorable (and hot) guy on my arm is something I'm sure I will never ever get used to. The more we made our way down the hallway, the more I felt like I was strutting than walking. 

My shaking fingers unconsciously pull the sleeves down of my black sweater, palms feeling sweaty as Daniel and I trudge down the center of the hallway with our fingers intertwined and twiddling. It's not like we meant to be in the middle, it just sort of happened.

Pairs of eyes (some cheerful, some glaring daggers) settle on us and I have to breathe in deeply not to pass out from all the unwanted attention. I'm used to staying in the lime light, so it's a big unexpected change, but Dan doesn't seemed to be phased as we continue through the crowds of numerous teenagers. 

It's okay, (Name), remember to just breathe. You shouldn't be so worried. No one is going to hurt you. 

I often find myself chanting this internally a lot around the brunette, but it didn't surprise me as much as it would have back when we didn't talk much at all. I look up and over at the very boy himself, watching as he smiled proudly with that freaking breathtaking dimple of his. Realization hit me as I found that I couldn't pull my eyes away.

A short moment later, his caramel irises met my own (eye color) ones as if he had felt my gaze, the smile never leaving his face. It made my lips tug up a bit, as well, his gleaming teeth bringing a sense of relaxation over me. Daniel had this way of making me fell less nervous in any situation ever. Like that one time, for example, in English class when I had to deliver a specific speech about Shakespeare. He had kept his eyes on mine the whole time, mouthing the words I would stumble over and giving me a thumbs up every paragraph I finished. I wouldn't have been able to do that if it had not been Dan staring at me. 

After the last few agonizingly slow steps, we finally reached our lockers, both conveniently placed beside one another, and began our early before-class conversations. You see, we didn't have any classes together before English, which was all the way after lunch, so this was all we had besides the shared glances when passing by in the hallway.  

"How's drama class going," I ask him randomly, trying to start a conversation, pulling out my math text book and folding it under my arm. He smiles a small, looking into his locker for his own math text book before he turns to me with a light shrug. 

"I don't know, it's fun, but I just can't see myself being an actor after we get out of here."

My eyebrow quirks, "why not?"

He shrugs again, this time closing his locker and leaning on it with a heavy sigh, "I really don't know, (Name), just performing on a stage in front of thousands of people isn't my forte, I guess."

I nod my head in understanding, leaning on my own now shut locker and copying his stature, mocking him jokingly. He looks over at me, chuckling when I pull a silly face before nudging my shoulder playfully. 

We stand like that for a second, just pushing each other around, before being rudely interrupted by a shrill, obnoxious valley girl voice. 

"Ew."

Dan tears his eyes from mine in time to see Trisha Peytas, the school's head cheerleader, pulling a sour face at our PDA and heading towards us. 

She fake gags, as if it's disgusting, her little fake blond clique giggling whenever she does. Dan just looks around, obviously annoyed, before looking back at me and bringing back up a conversational topic. She stops in front of us, though, and his eyes meet hers for a second.

She closes one of her blue orbs in a wink, licking her lips and utterly checking him out so carelessly. I feel my face burning in anger as I watch the endeavor go on for far too long. I'm literally standing right here!

She starts to saunter up to Dan, him unknowing, her cleavage showing profoundly at the top of her pink bedazzled shirt, with her fake eyelashes fluttering up at him. Oh no she doesn't. A surge of jealously and possessiveness spirals through me and I step forward, blocking her from reaching my Dan.

I don't bother looking at her before I press my lips to Dan's rather roughly, making him grip my arms and groan. Our lips make a "pop" noise when I pull away, turning around and smirking at the shocked expression on Trisha's face. She huffs out in frustration, her blond aliens looking as equally shocked as she did a few moments ago. Her heals clack against the tile floor as she (along with her blond clones) strut down the hallway in childish defeat. 

A permanent grin settles onto my face before I turn around to face Dan, his eyes bugging out of his skull. "What was that for," he asks dumbfounded, oblivious as to what just happened. 

I shrug, as he did so many times before, "I just had to show that you were mine, is all."

(So sorry I haven't updated in like, eons, but anyway, here is chapter 12. I hope you guys enjoyed and please keep up the comments! Love you all!)