Possessive Yet Rejected

Claimed

KATYA SOTIRIS

I tripped. My eyes widened, and a surprised squeal escaped my lips as I prepared for the fall. That would hurt like a bitch, I just knew it. But I also knew who tripped me was going to regret it. The fall never came though, strong arms held my waist, keeping me from falling.

"Are you okay?" A tenor voice, with a hint of an accent asked as the person steadied me. My eyes connected with Jean-Luc's when he moved away from me, a bright smile donning his features. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and boy did that smile compliment his features.

Blinking, I looked at him. All thoughts of giving him a piece of my mind fled me for a second, as I adored his smile. Remembering his question, my smile turned into a scowl and I glared at him. "You tripped me." I said incredulously, pointing out the obvious.

Jean-Luc rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "It got your attention." He grinned, like he was proud of himself.

"You're weird." I pointed out, and I shook my head silently as a smile threatened to appear on my lips. Then I remembered what a bully he was, and all traces of a smile disappeared. The idiot tripped me, and I'm here smiling at him? Have I finally lost my damn mind?

He shrugged, again. "Just weird? Not scary?" He quirked a brow up in amusement. Then he leaned down so he was almost eye level with me, his eyes searching through mine. I felt like a bacteria under a microscope, him looking at me like that made me somewhat uncomfortable, but I didn't flinch away.

"Why should I be scared?" Now it was my time to quirk my brow at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Because I'm going to trip you for the rest of the school year." He said excitedly, like a kid in a candy store, but it was more like a bully seeing his next target. Somehow that still didn't scare me. "I'm going to ask you another question. What is it between Brynlee and you?"

My mood suddenly turned sour. I hadn't cried over him yet, rather than feel sad I felt angry and aggravated. The idiot had the audacity to reject me. Noticing my change in mood, Jean-Luc smiled and inspected my eyes once more like he was reading my thoughts. "If you are interested in him, why don't you go ask him yourself?" My tone was annoyed, and I saw him scowl. Looks like I'm pissing him off.

Then he smiled, again. Brightly. "Starting from today you're mine."

My eyes widened, and then I blinked. Once. Twice. Did I hear him right or was my mind playing tricks on me? Was this vampire staking claim on me? "What?" I asked incredulously.

"Now answer my question. Who is Brynlee to you?" He stood up straight, tucking his hands inside his pockets.

"What about me?" Brynlee's face found my ears first before I set my eyes on him. My body stiffened and I couldn't help the glare that I gave him. My insides churned with distaste, and I wanted to do more harm to him. The fact that he healed fast gave me no satisfaction. "Why did you ran away while I was still talking to you?" He turned his attention to me, his face still emotionless.

I scoffed. "I didn't run away, I left gracefully. And I'm going to do that again, now." I smiled in a sickly sweet manner, but inside I was cussing up a storm. "Have a nice chat boys." And with that I stormed off like the mature seventeen year old I am.

I found Gayle standing by my locker, tapping her foot impatiently, as she checked her phone every two seconds. Looking up at me, a smile graced her face and she motioned for me to hurry up. Picking up my pace, I hurried to her.

"What happened with Brynlee and Jean-Luc, and Brynlee? I'm so confused. What the hell is happening?" She asked in frustration as she threw her hands up in the air. Gayle always wanted to know everything, I bet she was itching all day just to know what the hell happened.