Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

5. You're mine

I lightly hummed in sync with the song playing on the radio as I pulled the car in the parking lot and turned off the engine, giving my sister a smile before getting my backpack from the backseats.

She took hers as well and we got out, locking the car before walking to the school's main entrance.

"Where's Kayla? Did she text you?" I asked Dre while casually checking my phone.

"Nope. What about Jess?"

"She said she won't be coming to school today. She has to babysit that army of her cousins again," I said with an eye-roll as Dre giggled, pushing against the glass-made double doors as we entered the school building and made our way to our lockers.

I unlocked it and threw my backpack inside while Andrea did the same, taking out only the stuff we needed for our first periods.

"Well, turns out it's just the two of us today," She said with a shrug and gave me a hug like always.

"See you later," I nodded, closing my locker before going to my classroom.

I pushed against the door after a small moment of hesitation, my gaze instinctually scouting through the sea of students for a pair of unnerving green eyes.

I mildly sighed in relief once I realized he wasn't present, casually remembering those nonsensical words he'd told Estefany yesterday as I made my way to an empty seat.

His betrothed...his plaything...

He must be really fucked in the head.

I sat and placed my stuff on the table, leaning over the backrest as I fished out my phone from my jacket pocket and boredly scrolled through social media when a message from my sister suddenly popped on the screen.

'Dude Estefany is in my class wtf'

What?

I didn't get to reply as the empty chair next to mine screeched over the floor, my gaze raising from my phone and to the person who had moved it.

I watched as he sat on it and turned his large body so that he could face mine, basically trapping me between the wall and him.

I silently looked into his vivid glimmering eyes, noticing how they slowly trailed over my length before finding my own again.

"What are you doing here? Won't your girlfriend mind that you're sitting next to me?" I raised a brow and crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a rather bored and annoyed look.

He let out a chuckle, noticing those dimples in his clean-shaven cheeks.

"I can do whatever I want, whenever the fuck I want to. Keep that in mind," He replied in an agressive manner, however not managing to scare me even in the slightest bit as I rolled my eyes,
"Whatever,"

"But just so you know, I will never be your plaything or whatever. You don't fucking own me, get that?"

"I don't know if your rich spoiled brat ego is what makes you think that you do and that you can do whatever the fuck you want to but keep that in mind, I am not one of those mindless bimbos who throw themselves at you just because you're good-looking or whatever,"