Being in Love with You.

Chapter 3

                     Being in love
                      With you.
Kat^
When he slammed the door shut, I walked right up to him and grabbed his left arm and twisted it to his back and slammed him to the hood of my car.

"What the fuck!" He groaned in pain.

"Yeah, what the fuck! Where's my bag?" By now he knew what I was talking about.

"Let me go first."

"How can I trust a thief?"

"See I didn't know if I could trust you with the necklace, but here you are now."

I clutched my teeth and let him go. He stood up straight rolling his shoulder, then he turned and looked at me.

I held in a gasp as I saw his eyes again. He looks at me then a smirk starts to form.

"Yup, not regretting that kiss." He mutters staring at me up and down.

I try not to blush,"Where's my things?"

"Oh you know, I sold it." He says like it isn't a big deal.

I gape at him,"It's a joke princess, it's in my locker," he looks at me up and down again,"I'm Payne by the way."

"I'm-"I was about to say but.

"E-Everything ok here?"the guy from before comes up asking,"We don't want any trouble here miss."

Payne looked confused.

"Everything is fine, thank you." I smiled nicely at him.

"Payne! What are you just standing around for? Go back to work." What a dick.

Payne sighed,"Actually, Sir I was wondering if he could have a break for now?"

The man looked at me with nervous eyes,"Y-Yes, sure thing, w-would you like anything Miss?"

I shook my head no dismissing him.

Payne looked at me again,"How did you,who-wait. How?"

I rolled my eyes,"My bag please."

"Necklace first." He says crossing his arms.

I rolled my head back in frustration,"Does it look like I have it right now? I just came out of work."

"Well does it look like I have your bag? I'm actually at work."

He's really annoying me with his stupid smirk and his stupid comebacks.

"No bag. No necklace."

"No necklace, no bag."

"Don't test me."

"Or what?" He says scoffing looking away to roll his eyes.

He asked for it, I swept his feet making him fall on the ground. I giggle at him on the floor.

"Damn, your all kinds of different." He whispers looking up at me.

"Look, I don't have time. Please give me my bag."