What did he just say?! I thought quickly trying to unwrap his arm around my waist. I may want him to touch me, but if this continues then the while football team will see my "problem"...
His face hardened and I could feel his grip get harder, making me shutter and face downwards.
"Do you ever try to get away from me. Understood?" Jack growled. Oh hot damn. I couldn't speak, just look down and try not to upset him more.
"I said, do you understand?" He spoke lowly. Almost as if he didn't want to scare me, but wanted me to know that if I disobeyed him again, I would be I trouble.
"Yes" I replied meekly. By now my face had probably gone red from embarrassment. Why was he talking like this to me? Won't he know that his reputation will be ruined talking to the school's dork? I mean someone put oatmeal in my locker last week and stole clothes from my gym cubby today. I'm now wearing my gym clothes, which consisted of a white overly baggy shirt and shorts a little too short for me. They had been given to me by the school since I couldn't afford new ones.
"That'll do for now" he sighed. Running a hand down his face, I could see sweat protruding from his pores. His hair stuck to his face and shirt clung to his abs. Yet he still looked like the hottest man alive. How does that happen?
"It is such a pleasant surprise to see my damsel in distress again. And here I was ready to track you down," he said with a seriousness. But even if he looked serious, he wasn't. This is some sort of trick, a joke. No one would ever want me. I look like a baby doll and I am as poor as ever. A rich, hot, and kind person like Jack would marry a hot cheerleader. Like my sister. Even that thought made me want to cry.
"Just go away," I said ready to cry. Of course he didn't want me.
"What did you just say to me?" he growled. And not only was it sexy, but terrifying as well. My knees went weak and his grip only got tighter.
"I don't want to be played. Please, just forget about this prank or plan with your team mates as leave me alone," I muttered already feeling miserable. His grip softened and just when I thought he was about to leave, I was carried bridal style to a bench of the side of the field.
"Atlas what are you doing?!" The coach yelled. Putting a hand on my shoulder to keep me in place, he turned back towards his coach.
"Handling a problem! Be back in a second!" He replied turning his head back to me.
"Now, where were we? Oh yes. What about this little prank?" He said. Oh gosh his blue eyes are so beautiful!
"I am sick and tired of everyone pushing me around. You saved me and I can handle everyone else doing it but you. Please don't," I hate myself right now. I'm such a stupid dork. And a crybaby. I could already feel tears pushing at my eyes. But all of a sudden I was on his lap.
"I would never and will never hurt you. You are mine little Owen. Just the thought of tears in your big blue eyes has me wanting to kill someone. I will do everyone to protect and help you, never treat you any different than the most precious person to me. Now who was bothering you?!" He yelled. Well he started out soft and sweet, just the last sentence had gotten everyone's attention. I could feel my cheeks turn red. Before I could escape, his gold tightened and something told me to take it as a warning. Stop and answer him.
"N...no..one" I replied shakily. He can't know I'm being bullied, he will think I'm more pathetic. Plus I'm trying not to snitch. They're kinda a lot bigger than me.
"Did you just lie to me?" Oh no. Now he is mad.
"Is something going on here?" A voice asked. Olivia! Saved by the sister!
"No" I replied.
"Yes" jack said, not taking his eyes off me. "I will be driving little Owen here home. We have a lot to talk about and he is helping me sort some things out."
I will not give in to his sexiness!!!!
"Actually I have to go fed the dishwasher, so um yeah. Have to get home early" I replied smiling. He will have to let me go now!
"We don't have a dishwasher and why would you need to 'feed' it?" My sister asked cocking her head to the left. Oh dear cranberries! He didn't know either if those things. You see he is probably too rich to realize you don't need to feed a dishwasher. She ruined my plans!
"He will get home safety"
"Okay have fun!" She replied. Her blonde hair swishing side to side as she walked away.
"Coach! I am leaving. Ill practice extra tomorrow!" He yelled pulling me up by my arm. Excuse me?! I am not leaving with him so he can hurt me!
"Get walking" he sneered. Well he is still pissed then...
"Okay" so much for not leaving with him. But if you saw his face, you would be scared to!
We walked up to his car. I am not very good at cars, but it looked VERY expensive and very fast. Definitely a rich boy thing.
He walked me to the passenger seat and strapped me in. Blushing like mad, I avoided his eyes as we pulled away from the parking lot and school.
"You lied to me" he said with a clenched jaw.
"I'm sorry" I replied. And I meant it. The last thing I ever wanted to was to make him angry.
Before he responded he took a deep breath and gripped the wheel.
"Who. Is. Pushing. You. Around?" He asked.
"Why do you care?" I muttered under my breath, but apparently he heard it.
"Of course I care! I've known you since..." Since when? I've only met you that other day... I think..." Never mind, but I care for you! And I am trying very, very hard to not get angry at you right now and scare you away. You will tell me and you will tell me now before I pull this car over and punish you!"
My breathing started to get faster. And what happened next was an accident.
"It was Jared Mckinley! Please though don't say anything! Please! He only stole some things or pushed me on the hallway! Nothing to get mad about!" I'm a snitch...damn... I just didn't want him mad at me!
"He touched you!!!!!" He growled and gripped the wheel tighter. He is going to break that thing.
"Calm down..." I whispered. And surprisingly he did right away. And I knew then that he wasn't mad at me, just the people that hurt me. But why?
"Okay. Every morning I will pick you up at your house and you will wait for me after practice so I can drive you home. That way I know you are safe. And you will spend all Wednesdays and weekends with me" as amazing as that sounds...
"I can't I have work" and I NEED. The money. Badly.
"No ill take care of you baby"
And then I started crying...
No one has ever said those words to me.
Ever.
