The Bad Boy, Cupid And Me

Chapter 12 (part 1)

¤ Chloe Armel ¤

"......and their would be proper investigation.This could be a prank but i assure you the culprit will pay."

Headmaster's cool voice rang in the empty room.He kept on staring at us with those blue eyes,regarding us cooly.The glasses which were perched on his nose made him look like an owl.

I squirmed on my chair while Reece was returning his gaze with an equally cool stare.

I had really no idea how he got the wind of this.

I was sitting on the chair right infront of headmaster McLadden's mahagony table.He was interrogating me like an FBI officer.Honestly,i felt like he was only trying to get rid of me with the way his lips were puckered.And that's when the door swunged open with a loud bang making me jump from my seat.

The second i saw Reece,all i wanted to do was hug him.

Just hug him.

His green eyes had snapped my way,causing me to just about leap out of my skin.His eyes were burning with rage,which told me it had been a real effort for him to walk up to here.

I couldn't seem to tear my gaze from his.

"Ah,Mr Carter .How....nice of you to join us." Mr McLadden said in a dry voice .

Reece glanced at him,tearing his gaze from me,and gave him a cold smile which made me shiver.

"Doubt it." Reece said in a tight voice.His entire body was shaking slightly with suppressed rage.

"Join us,please." I heard the headmaster's voice faintly.

Reece walked swiftly at me with his hands fisted at his sides and sat right on the chair which was beside me.

He didn't look at me after that.

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"Stop it!"

The words came out surprisingly steady considering i was shaking slightly.

The parking lot was empty.There wasn't a single car i could see.

"Reece!"

I jogged up to him.He was walking so fast that it was hard for me to catch up.His long legs were taking him up to his motorcycle parked 2o feet from us.

My breath was coming in pants now.

Jerk!

He reached his bike and then turned around at me.

I cast him a tentative look but he was staring daggers at the ground.He stood like that for the next 2o seconds while i tried to level my breathing rate to normal.

I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off,exploding with anger.

"FUCK!" he said,punching the sleek handle of his motorcycle.His knuckles turned bright red as he flexed his hand.

I kept my mouth shut.

"Dammit!" he punched the handle again,then growled with frustration.His already red knuckles split making me gasp.

"What the...Reece.." I tried to reach out to take hold of his hand but he didn't let me.

Instead,he shoved his hand deep in his pocket.

I felt a pang in my chest.It was like my heart turned over .Hurt. I felt hurt.Rejected.

"Listen," I started.

He looked sideways at me,still angry."Are you stupid?!"

I stayed quiet .

"Are you fucking nuts?," he continued.A little startled,i had a retort on the tip of my tongue when he held his hand as if to say shut up."No,actually don't even answer that.You've to be nuts for hiding such a thing from me.A son of a bitch is out there to get you and you don't tell me.Perfectly acceptable." He snapped ,his voice throbbing with anger.

I glared at him,"Would you let me explain?."

He pinched the bridge of his nose,muttering under his breath.

"I was only protecting you," I said in a gentle voice.

He scoffed."Did you think i would've burst into tears over that?were you "protecting" me from that?." He asked in a mocking tone .Cold.Mocking.

I noticed that familiar vein popping on his forehead which was a clear sign of danger.

"I'm sorry." My voice was low.

He arched an eyebrow."Are you,princess?."

I glared at him or tried to.

He leaned against his bike crossing his arms over his hard chest."How long?." he asked in aquiet voice staring at the ground.

"What?."

He gave me a penetrating stare.My breath caught in my throat.

"From how long were you passing through this shit?." His voice was smooth.Calm.Eerily calm.

I frowned in concentration.

"Um..one mont-"

He swored so loudly that i flinched back in terror.

Reece turned his body towards me,latching his hands on my shoulders.I gave a squeak of surprise when he shook me a little."The fuck is wrong with you,Chloe?.," he snapped ,his green eyes burning into mine.His lips pressed in a tight line.

"I...i..." i tried to find my voice but my throat felt dry all of suddden.

The next second he rested his forehead against mine .His harsh breathing was fanning across my face his eyes closed.

"Who is it?." he asked with his eyes still closed.

He was scaring me.

I reached out and covered his hand which was on my shoulder."You don't have to-"

He cut me off .

"Who is it?." he repeated again as if he didn't hear me.

I looked at his face in a helpless manner."I..i don't know..you're scaring me." I mumbled feeling his hands sliding down and going around my waist.

I placed my hand against his chest,fisting his shirt.Atlast he opened his eyes,the familiar warmth radiating from his eyes.

He gave me a crooked smile ."You shouldnt be.'"