Heart For Two (Thomas Sangster & Robbie Kay Fanfic)

Ch.10 Daggers

Once the final bell rang, indicating that school was over for the day, I waited inside the classroom making sure I was around the last one out. I have a habit of waiting after school for at least a minute before exiting so I am not so surrounded by students. I dislike being in crowded places so I avoid it. I then exited and walked down the hall looking around at the normal teens that have a normal life. But I mean, I can't say anything, little do I know what they hide behind those house walls. I exit the front glass door of school and walk across the parking lot looking at the really nice cars that the seniors have. I am not a senior but I have a car. Nothing to say about that.

As I was walking down the side walk, I, out of no freaking where, tripped and fell on my knees and hands. I don't even remember leaving my backpack open but all of my stuff were laying on the floor and since this side walk was a downhill walk, various of my stuff left rolling. I quickly picked up all my notebooks and books, ignoring my now ripped jeans, and ran for the rolling stuff, such as pencils, pens, and my water bottle. Taking hold of my pencils and pens and dumping them in my backpack, I again ran for my bottle. I didn't run fast since I could face plant myself but I jogged quick enough. I noticed four guys at the other side of the street walking up hill still not taking notice of me. 

I stopped jogging, and walked instead. Not that I cared what they thought about me but I don't need some jocks to stare at me while running like some freak. I mean, they can't see the water bottle since they are cars next to my side of the side walk. They can only see me. It'll look at if I running for dear life, down hill, in where there are more probabilities of embarrassing myself. As I walked down the side walk playing it cool and putting more not so bitch face I have, a figure decides to appear around the corner, covered in a black sweater and black jeans with black boots. He had his hoodie on. How I knew it was a guy? Guy body. It walked up hill and of course took notice of my water bottle, stopping it with his foot. He bent down and picked it up, shaking it a little bit.

"Hey!" I call out to him. He looks up and turns around, walking away and back from where he came from. "Dude, that's my water bottle!" I yelled as I started running down hill. I slowed down and turned into the corner seeing him a couple meters away from me. "Give it back, moron!" I jogged up to him but stopped once I saw he wasn't walking away anymore.

"Yo! Give it back!" A muscular voice yelled in back on me. I turn around and see once of the guys that I saw earlier with his friends in back of him.

"Don't make it a big of a deal. Just give it back before they come." I tell the covered guy. I hear the guy snicker and say in a low voice.

"Another crime wouldn't hurt." And I knew who owned such dangerous voice that yet I love. I also knew that the crime wasn't going to be done to him but to the group of guys in back of me. And if I didn't do something quick, someone will be getting hurt.

"Bro, the wattle bottle." The tallest guy stood in back of me. Once seeing no movement coming from this dangerous man, the guy stepped forward and pulled at his black sweater but of course, this boy in one swift movement, pulled a dagger and aimed it at the guys neck.

"Chrissy, why don't you tell them to chill for a moment." Robbie takes off his hoodie with his free hand and looks at me in a playful way. The guys looked at me all confused while I thought of the most stupidest plan to play it off.

"Robbie!?" I cheered his name as if barely noticed it was him under that hoodie. (Which I did.) "How many times have I told you to stop scaring me like that?" I walk over to him and grab hand that hand pulling him away. "Sorry guys." I tell the guys starring at us. "My brother just pranked me, with these fake knives and.." He pulls at my hand, making me face him.

"Babe, why don't you just tell guys I'm your boyfriend? Are you embarrassed of me?" The next thing I feel are his soft cold lips on my thin warm ones. He kissed me in a way as if he was showing me... love? He then pulls away and looks at me as if he really meant that question.