The Fear List (The Fear Series, #1) ON HOLD

Chapter 4 - She knows whos boss

Chapter 4 - Molly POV

*Wednesday afternoon 12/05/14 - Bet: Day 1*

I'm sitting in the busy cafeteria going over the events that happened earlier. I haven't been able to stop thinking about what happen with Ren.

He puts his muscular arms either side of my face making my heart flip-flop. My nerves are being shot to smithereens. He is so close to touching me. I don't like people touching me, I shiver just thinking about it. It's not a good shiver either. Other girls are probably swooning at the thought of this sensual badboy touching them. I am not. I don't want him near me. I don't want anyone near me.

Maybe liking Ethan was not a good idea after all. I can see that my touching problem is actually becoming a serious matter. I would have never allowed Ethan to touch me. Well maybe after a couple of months when we got to know each other. I shrink further away from Ren when he comes closer. But seconds later Elle finally comes over when she sees whats happening, making Ren leave but not before sending me another smirk. Talk about perfect timing.

I go over and over this same event and I couldn't stop thinking about it during my classes earlier and it seems that I can't stop doing it now either. It looks as if I have found someone new to obsess over. Well maybe not obsess, just a redirection of thoughts towards someone other than Ethan. This could be a good thing. I really don't want to be thinking about someone like Ren though. He's not someone I've really given too much thought to in the past but I can tell straightaway that he is a touchy person. Not to mention a complete and utter player. He would play me just like all the others or want me to put out and sleep with him. That's so not happening.

What the hell was he doing and why did he keep calling me babe? My brow knits into a frown. He probably calls all those girls he's been with 'babe'. I bet he doesn't even remember their names so he uses the most cliché pet name out there. Typical ass move.

Why was he even talking to me? I mean we have never spoken before, we haven't even acknowledge each other in the past. When he asked me if he could walk me to class, I was feeling one thing. Shocked. My face was definitely red because I had felt it flaming up. I didn't know what to do. I had stated to panic because I just wanted to get away from him. I remember looking behind him and trying to catch Elle's attention. It seemed she was too wrapped up in Ethan to even notice that I was getting cornered by the badboy.

I also remember smelling cigarette smoke on him. I hate that smell. It's another thing apart from touching that I don't like. Again don't ask me why this is a fear I have because I don't know either, although I wouldn't really call it a fear. It's not like I'm scared of it, rather just not appeased by it. My nose wrinkles as if I can still smell it lingering on my clothes.

I take a seat at our table whilst still trying to get my head around the fact that he would approach me. I shake my head to bring my drifting thoughts back to the present. If I stop thinking about it maybe he will just leave me alone. I force myself to believe the lie. My belly lets out a loud groan as it protests from lack of food, reminding me that I haven't eaten since this morning. I go through my bag to take out my lunch but turn up empty. I scold myself when I remember that I totally forgot that mom hadn't made me lunch and I didn't make anything this morning because Elle was honking at me to hurry. Maybe I can buy some cafeteria food.

I look in my purse discreetly to see how much money I have. I don't want people to see that I have to count my money. Most of the students wouldn't have to do that. Being wealthy means that you can swipe your credit card and not bat an eyelash. I don't even own a credit card for christ sake. I know that I won't have much money because my mom doesn't give me much and there is never a great deal left after the bills have been paid. That's why I have to take my own lunch to school. Even if it is embarrassing.