The Way He Looked At Her

Chapter 6

Noah's fist was covered in blood.. he has this crazed look in his eyes and it scared me. It looked like he wanted to demolish this guy. No. He wants to demolish this guy. The other guy was big. Bigger than Noah, and right now I wasn't convinced he would win.

The big guy swung at Noah but he dodged it.. he swung his arm at him and jabbed his knee in his abdomen. I flinched at that. That must of hurt. The other guy winced in pain, but masked it real quick so Noah wouldn't notice. He did a 360 and kicked Noah in the face. Noah fell to the ground and everyone gasped and 'oooo's'. The whole crowd went silent. My heart was thumping in my rib cage real hard.. my breathing started to hollow.

I pushed the guy in front of me making him stumbled to the person next to me and they both glared at me but I ignored it. I walked closer to the boxing ring to get a closer look at Noah. His body was limped and he looked like he was knocked out. The guy kept kicking him and punching yelling at him to 'get up'. I had to do something! this guy was going to kill him.

"Hey!" I yelled. He turned his head towards my direction. "Yes you!" He started walking closer to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Okay maybe I didn't think this through. He slid down the rope and I started backing away from him. He walked towards me and grabbed me by the chin.. his hands was crushing my jaw and I winced from the pain.

"You think you could interrupt my fight." His hot breath blew on my face making me cringe away from him. I gotta buy him some Colgate or something. He started to put his arm around me and I struggled against his hold to be set free. Everybody was staring and nobody was doing anything to help me. "I may just have a little fun with you." I started at him in disgust struggling to get away from him.

"Don't you ever touch her like that again." All of a sudden someone ripped him away from me and started punching and kicking him uncontrollably. Noah punched him straight in his jaw and banged his head on the floor. The guy laid there unconsciously and the whole crowd went wild Cheering and fist pumping in the air.

Noah glared at me grabbing me by my upper arm dragging me to a dark room all the way in the back. He roughly let me go and I stumbled back a bit.

"What were you thinking?" He boomed. I stood quiet not wanting to anger him more than he already is.

"Well?" He pressed.

"I was trying to help you." I audible- whisper.

"What? Cat got your tongue." He said harshly. Anger started to bubbled up inside me ready to surface.

"I was trying to freaking help you! You were just laying there like if he knocked you out or something. He was beating you up like a rag doll!" I yelled lashing out my anger at him.

He looked me deep in the eyes and I felt like he was staring inside my soul. I ripped my gaze away from his and started staring at my black pump heels like if they were the most interesting thing in the world. He stalked towards me and his steps faltered right in front of me. He grabbed my chin in his hand and I looked up at him.

"I don't need your help. Not now not ever." His cold tone had me wanting to back away from him. His eyes were the darkest blue right now and he had a icy look on him. He backed up away from me and stared me up and down. His eyes lingered a little longer on my legs and waist. A shiver ran down my spine.

Blood started to run down his jaw and I went closer to him to see how deep his wound is. He had a purple and black eye... a cut on his arm. I grabbed his arm and brought it up in the air between us so he could see. I touched his eye and he flinched away from me.

"What are you doing?"

"You're bleeding."

"Don't worry about that." He took his hand from my hold.

"Is there a bathroom around here?" I asked looking around.

"No."

I saw a light lighting the dark room and I followed it hoping it was a bathroom. I pulled him towards me and he grumbled. I rolled my eyes at his antics. I pushed the door open and well what to do you know? A bathroom. I was surprised at how clean it was. I found a aid kit inside the cabinet and propped it open. This reminds me of the time he showed up at my house all bloody and beaten up. Now I know why.

"Why am I always the one to clean you up?" Grabbing a gauze pad I put a little bit of alcohol on it and started cleaning his cuts.

"No one is asking you to." I pushed harder on his cuts and he groaned. Ungrateful little brat. I went up to his face and cleaned it up putting an ointment around his bruised eye. Throwing everything in the garbage I raised up his shirt and took it off. He had a purple bruised on his abdomen and a few cut here and there. I bent down and he sucked in a breath. I hadn't even touched him yet and he's already hissing in pain. What a wussy. I looked up at him and his eyes were full of lust and hunger.

Ignoring him I pressed the pad of my finger to his toned stomach.. he shivered. He grabbed me by my face and whispered.

"Thank you." He grumbled.