Mystery Girl

Chapter Three: I won't let you.

Isabelle

I think Kyle finally got the hint that I didn't want to be spoken to, because throughout the whole class, he kept quiet, thankfully. When lunch came rolling around, I was at my locker, placing my books inside. I was planning on eating outside where I knew Kyle wouldn't be, but my thoughts were interrupted by someone.

"Hey.. Isabelle." A voice drawled.

Great, another guy like Kyle.

I banged my locker shut annoyingly. "What?" I sounded flustered.

A guy stood there, a smirk plastered on his face arrogantly. His jet black hair was tousled back and his eyes sparkled with amusement, danced with mischief. He took some steps closer to me.

"You're beautiful." He huskily muttered. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Shut up." I snapped. He raised a brow as if he was finding this humorous.

He grabbed my wrist, pushing me against the locker. "You're rude." He searched my face.

"You're ugly." I retorted, even though he was not. His eyes flashed with anger as they turned cold and dark.

He brought his face closer to mine, his breath fanning my face as he spoke. "You shouldn't have said that." He bit his lips and I ignored him. I pulled my hand away from his strong grasp, pushing him away from me. I glared at him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the lockers. He seemed shocked, judging by the horrified expression on his face.

"Listen here, ass." I said through gritted teeth, my eyes digging into his with endless anger, "Do not touch me. I can already tell you're one of those guys nobody wants. Touch me again, and I will make sure you won't have a hand to do it again." I threatened, and he smirked.

He smirked! The nerve of him.

"I won't mind." His smirk just grew wider as he brought his fingers up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I gave him a disgusted look, feeling nauseous at his behaviour.

I opened my mouth to say something back, but someone had already beaten me to it.

"Get your hands off of her." Oh good, here comes Kyle. Wow. He's so stupid, I literally have my hands on him. Not the other way round.

I let go of him. Dammit, I wanted more fun with this moronic guy.

I stopped back, "What are you doing here, Kyle?"

He didn't look at me. He was sending daggers to the guy, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted together.

"I need to go." The guy - seeming scared, what a wuss - ran off, his voice shaking.

"You're such a pussy, Quentin!" Kyle shouted back, having relaxed now. He then turned to look at me, his mouth etched into a frown, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He stopped closer to me and I took a few steps back.

"I'm fine. I didn't need your help." I incredulously said.

"He could've.. Done things to you." He awkwardly explained.