I Punched The Bad Boy

-III- It's Fine

|Chapter 3|
|It's Fine|

A/N: IMPORTANT NOTE AT END PLEASE READ!
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Thea's P.O.V

  "Devin," Chase yells. "Why aren't you sitting here?" Devin takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

  "I'm sitting with my new friend," He gestures towards me with his hands. "Theania."

  Chase's eyes flicker toward me and widens in surprise. I grumble under my breath as he walks over to our table.

  "We've met." I force through clenched teeth. Devin looks between us. "¿Mala sangre?"

  I nod my head without breaking eye contact. "Muy." Chase looks at me.

  "You speak spanish?" He asks with scrunched eyebrows. My lips turn up into a snarl.

  "You would know if you weren't so busy-" I catch myself before the words escape my lips. I let out an irritated sigh. "Forget it. Just go back to your table, Chase. The Barbies are waiting for you to get back." I say nodding my head towards the table of girls who are basically eye raping him.

  Chase looks at me conflicted. Something flashes in his eyes. Regret? Yeah right. He turns on his heel and walks back to his table.

  I turn to Devin to see him staring at me questionably.

  "What?" I fake confusion. He gives my a doubtful look.

  "I've barely known you for a day and I can already tell that you are a horrible liar."

  I gasp dramatically and grab my orange from my tray and chuck it at him. He easily dodges but hits someone else. I gasp as the person turns around.

  The person is the one of the six people sitting at the table. He has jet black hair and hazel eyes with specks of blue. He has chiseled jaw with a five o'clock shadow speckling it. His black hoodie is slightly draped over his head. The rest of the group are equally as hot too.

  I gulp as he stares at me with cold eyes. "Why the hell did you do that?" The guy growls. Literally, he growled like an wild animal.

  One of his friends pats the table to try and gain his attention. Sadly, for me at least, it doesn't work.

  My eyes grow wide. "I-I, uh," I stutter. I shrink down a little under his harsh stare.

  "Well?" He asks. I think I just drooled a little. His voice sounds like it has been carved from God himself.

  Devin coughs loudly and breaks the attention from me. "Well," He says rather loudly. "I was the one who threw the orange, not Theania. Anyways, I'm Dev-"

  In a flash of black, Hoodie Guy has Devin pinned downed on the table. Hoodie Guy uses his left hand to push Devin's face into the table and his right hand to twist Devin's arm back.

  Devin's face contorts into pain. He lets out a strangled growl. I feel my ears turn red.

  I stomp over to the other side of the table, grab Hoodie Guy buy his, well you know, hood and pull him back with as much strength as I can.

  Hoodie Guy turns towards me with a look of pure anger on his face. I ignore it and straighten my back to look as tall as I can, considering I'm not even over five foot four yet.

  "Don't ever touch me." He spits. I glare at him.

  "I should be saying the same to you." I retort.