Your's Only

Angel

"Shouldn't you guys be in class?" my head snaps to the side, finding a tall guy, with dark hair and dangerous black eyes, standing a few feet away from us.

"Who the fuck are you?" Kayden's fingers un-lace from my small, curves.

"Someone you should not be fucking with!" the guy snaps, moving his white sleeves up his, elbows and cracking his knuckles. His white shirt, outlines every muscle, curve in his body.

"And the who the fuck are you to tell me what to fucking do!" Kayden fires back, forcefully moving towards the guy.

Do something Skylar, if a teacher comes out, he'll know you were part of the scene!

Before I could get them to stop, Kayden is pushed back against the tree, forcefully hearing a crack from the tree's branch.

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"Get your fucking hands off me, you...you fucking prick!" Kayden pushes the guy back, and lunges in for a punch. But the random stranger ducks down, gripping Kayden at the bottom of his summer singlet and locking him back against the tree.

"Let go of him!" I argue as soon as his fingers wrap around Kayden's neck. "Stop your going to kill him!" I shriek, looking at Kayden's sour, red face.

"Well that's what I'm aiming for, if he doesn't apologise, Angel"

"My name is Skylar!" I forcefully snap, "Kayden please just apologise to him!" I shriek, as Kayden's veined hands wrap around the strangers.

"Not to me," he nods over at me. "To you Angel" my eyes trap beneath his mysterious, black ones ,trapping something behind them.

I know him, but where from? Think Skylar, think. Where have I seen him before? His secretive eyes, his tight jaw, messy dark hair, the way I respond when I touch him. I've felt that electrical touch before, but where?

My gaze breaks, "For the second time, my name is Skylar!" I correct him "And its none of your business what we were doing, so why does it concern you if he apologises or not!" a boost of electricity runs through my body, as soon as the palm of my hand slides further down, feeling the guys hard abs above his shirt.

He secretly chuckles, before turning dead serious "Well you wanted him to stop," he grips Kayden's neck harder, not allowing him a breath to gasp in for. "but he didn't! Did you?" He forwards his attention to the man suffering in his masculine hands. "All he has to do is fucking apologise to you Angel,"

I interrupt him before he could finish his sentence. "Skylar!"

"Or go through a long, slow torture by me. You won't like it man, knowing that the rest of the other guys were bigger than you, you will die" his jaw, clenches tightly, towards Kayden.

Other guys? This guy has tortured several other guys before?

"Look, I'm sorry. Kayden was just in a.. happy mood."

Happy mood? I regret the words the second the leak out of my lips.

The guy notices my weird words, as his left eyebrow lifts and shares a small smirk, almost unable to see. "Come on Angel, happy mood?" he mocks. "All the bastard has to do, is bloody apologise to you. And in another 5 seconds, or I will cut off his tongue and slowly break every single finger, so he won't touch yo.. any other girl again."

They share a long gaze, Kayden studying him."Miles?" Kayden whispers, unsure of his low words. "Miles?"he repeats.

"So you recognise your old enemy?" the stranger, or in Kayden's defence 'Miles' scoffs. "Now bloody apologise!" he shouts feeding, Kayden a once in a lifetime punch, as he slips from Miles finger tips and lays coughing out blood on the concrete.

"I'm fucking sorry!" Kayden finally shouts, when no more blood is drooling out from his lips.

"Sorry who?" Miles lays on a knee, towards Kayden. They share a quick look, before Miles punches Kayden again. Blood pours from his lips, as I hear a short crack from his neck.

"Sorry Skylar!" he apologises quickly, afraid of receiving another punch.

"Do you accept his apology, Angel?" Miles looks up at me, as I waste no time nodding. "You could do so much better than this bastard, Angel." he comments, the second the bell chimes in.

My head snaps to the multiple of people, pushing and running through the corridors. Some waiting to access their lockers, some closing in on the vending machines, some making out in the middle of the corridors while others try and shove through.

Schools over? How could nobody have noticed the screaming and shouting occurring here? How could they not hear the fist punching and my frightened screams and anger pouring out of me?

My eyes snap back to the tree, and where Kayden and Miles were standing. But they've both... disappeared.

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