His Bunny

Chapter 5

ARSON

"What the actual f***," I mutter, becoming angry at the sight of Angel standing next to the trash cans in the hallway. Does she know how many germs float around there? She could get pneumonia, or another cold!

Growling under my breath, I stalk towards her, my fists clenched at my sides.

Today, she has her long brown hair up in a messy bun and she wears her black converse with leggings and a peach sweater. She looks absolutely adorable, her black rimmed glasses sliding down her cute little nose as she reads from a huge book.

D**n, that book looks heavy. Much too heavy for her tiny little arms to hold without aching.

My anger grows the closer I get to her. Why doesn't she take care of herself?! She is like a walking magnet of pain.

Agrilly, I come up behind her and grab her tiny waist, lifting her away from the garbage easily. "D**n it, Angel," I hiss gruffly when I see her runny nose and puffy eyes. "Are you sick again," I growl, feeling utterly protective. 

She stares up at me with those big doe-like eyes, making me feel like a monster for speaking harshly in her presence. As if coming out of a daze, she sniffs wetly and drops her gaze to her feet. "U -uh, no -no, this it a s -sad book," she explains cutely, biting her plump pink lip.

D**mit! She'll be the death of me, all her adorable actions and expressions...

Shaking myself out of my trance, I harden my glare down at her once more. "Do you know how many germs are around this trash?!"

She glances up at me innocently, forcing my gaze to soften. "There are germs everywhere," she whispers shyly, looking down again, as if ashamed.

A growl tears from my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration. God, help me. Opening my eyes, I try to scowl at her, but it falls almost immediately. I just can't stay mad when she looks all cute and shy like that.

Eventually, I sigh in defeat and cup her cheek gently, "Please, just be careful. You'll give me wrinkles," I tease half-heartedly.

"Why, all of a sudden, did you start talking to me," she blurts, looking up at me with hard eyes.

My heart skips a beat, but I force my face to remain unchanged. "Do I need a reason?"

An adorable blush spreads across her soft cheeks and she looks away in embarrassment. "I guess not."

"Arson!" Suddenly, someone jumps on my back, putting me in a headlock. By his scent, I know that it's Bryce, my cousin.

"Get off me," I grunt, shoving him away with an annoyed glare.

Bryce smirks, brushing himself off, and saunters closer to us, his gaze trained on Angel.

"Well, hello there," he says, walking right up to my mate. "What's your name, sexy lady?"

Frightened, she just steps away, looking at the floor.

At this point, I'm absolutely livid.

"Leave her alone," I snarl, throwing him against the lockers.

His beady eyes glimmer fearfully, his heart pounding frantically beneath my hand. "D**n it, dude! I didn't know she was yours!"

Releasing his shirt, I glare at him until he scrambles away, tail between his legs.

With my chest heaving, I turn to face Evangeline.

"A -Arson," she asks, obviously concerned. Her hazel eyes are wide and expressive, revealing her fear and worry.

The sound of my name rolling off her tongue sends waves of pleasure through me. No one has ever made my name sound so beautiful before.

Unable to stop myself, I walk right up to her, my arms wrapping themselves around her tightly. Pulling her into my body, I breathe in her heart-stopping scent. "Oh, d**n," I whisper, breathless.

"Arson?"

Her sweet voice pushes me closer to the edge and I bury my face into the crook of her neck.

"Arson?"

"Yes," I ask, lifting my head to see her confused expression. 

"Why are you holding me?"

And just like that, I'm dumped back into reality.

I release her and step away, a glare finding its way back to my face. "You looked scared," the weak excuse rolls off my tongue.

Before she can reply, I walk swiftly away. She isn't ready to know about me, or the others. It would scare her away.

Clenching my fists at my sides, I storm out of the school. I know I wouldn't be able to go to my next class with her without touching her. Now that I have held her, I can't think of anything else. After three years of watching her from afar, I have finally breached the boundary I have set for myself. 

And the itch to touch her soft skin again calls me an idiot.