The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Two

Damn, which way do I go?

There was a group of people from the pep rally right in front of me, blocking the whole hallway. If I don't get past them, I'll be late for class!

"Ex- ex- excuse me I- excuse me- I- I need to get to- I have class!"

With all these people, I just kept getting interrupted. How rude!

"Excuse me!"

But no one moved. Ugh! Now I have to go through the crowd. Charging my way in, I pushed through the people and made it across. Phew!

But I was getting late, so I ran like hell! Zooming past people, I got to the lecture hall and slowed down, regaining my breath. Once I did, I opened the door and found no one inside.

What?! B-b-but.... Huh?!

I closed the door and noticed a sign on it, saying class was cancelled because our professor had jury duty.

Just great.

I sank down to the ground and rested my head back. All that running for nothing -_-

From the corner of my eyes I saw someone move. I looked up and saw a guy sneaking around. Catching my suspicion, I followed the guy and went out the building.

Walking down a bit he went to an alley and started to smoke. What a weirdo- scratch that- loser. I mean to smoke pot you're- you know what, I hate smokers. I just hate it. You're killing yourself, knowing your killing yourself. You were given your life to live, not to kill yourself. God made you for a reason- let me stop.

Turning on my heels, I was about to walk away, when someone placed their hand on my shoulder and turned me around. Just as I was about to scream, he covered my mouth and pinned me back against the wall.

"Who are you and why are you following me," he asked.

My eyes were wide and I was in daze. Damn! This man was gorgeous. And I mean it. He was stunning, hot, all the words in the book. It was as if his chocolate brown eyes were staring into my soul. For a second, I felt naked.

"Who are you," he repeated.

Uh, how am i supposed to talk if you have your hand over my mouth?

I looked down at his hand and he followed my eyes and down to his hand as well. He looked back at me and shaking his head to the obvious, he moved his hand away.

"Now tell me, who are you," he demanded. "Who sent you?!"

"Sent me? Why would I follow you?"

"Excuse me-"

"I mean you're a pot head! You wanna smoke and waste your life? Fine! Do what you want! Waste yourself! Kill yourself! Do whatever you want!"

Pushing him away, I started to leave, but he pulled me back.

"How dare you," he snarled. "Do you know who I am-"

"A pothead? Then sure! I do!"

"You really don't know who I am, do you?"

"No and I don't care. A pothead is a pothead, and that is how I know you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to what I was doing before I even followed you."

"You mean sulking on the floor?"

"No, I mean going to the library to study!"

Pushing him away, I left and practically ran to the library. Sitting down, I got out my iPad and listened to music and studied. I noticed something from the corner of my eyes, so I looked up and gaped. It was pothead - again! He didn't even notice me and went walking to the computers.

What is it with this guy? Why do I keep realizing this guy everywhere he goes? This is so creepy!

But what did I know that this was just the beginning.