The Thief of Hearts

Chapter 6

Thalia's pov

It's Sunday, about five PM and I found myself standing inside the library's locker room. I was so pissed and yet a bit hopeful that today I may finally get back my purse. I looked at the 'note' that I left on the locker door and shook my head in annoyance. The stupid thing turned into a full conversation, a crazy one to that.

It was almost comical, if I could get myself to look at it in a different perspective, but I couldn't. I will probably think about this stupid occurrence in the future and laugh myself sick at the whole thing. But this wasn't the future and I was in no mood to laugh at anything.

After six days of complete and utter torture, the little creep decided he/she is going to hand over what's mine. The note on the door now looked like this:

Me: "To the person who took my purse, you can keep the damn money, idc, I just want my keys and my purse. Take it to the lost and found section at student services by the end of today."

Unknown: "Hi there!"

Me: "You chose the wrong girl to mess with you delinquent little f'ck!"

Unknown: "So you are a girl. What's your name hun?"

Me: "None of your damn business! Now give back my purse you asshole!"

Unknown: "that's a pretty name none of your damn business. You're feisty, I like feisty. 😘"

Me: "UGH! You sick bastard! You know what? Keep the f''cking purse, I never liked it anyway!"

Unknown: "hahaha! Sunday 5 pm. Same place. See you then sexy."

Me: "Tf!!??"

So I ended up pacing in the poorly lit room filled with empty locker compartments. The place was fairly quiet since it was practically empty except for the persons who "lived" on campus.

I was worried that I was playing with my life. What the hell was I doing meeting some stranger at dusk in an abandoned locker room! I am so stupid! My mom's going to kill me if this psycho doesn't.... Curse you Mandy for persuading me to do this crazy shit!

I was pacing towards the back of the room, thinking I hate you I hate you I hate you... To no one in particular, when the one door to the room opened softly.

I stopped suddenly and tried to calm my heartbeat, which suddenly got erratic. I turned my panic to anger once more, something I learned to do all long time ago. (Turn any strong emotion that I feel into anger just because I'm scared to admit it.)

The little shithead has finally arrived... I thought as I turned to see who it was. I looked up with my death glare, preparing myself for the worst, and I almost started to giggle like a giddy school girl at the breathtaking sight in front of me.

The first thing I saw were muscles. His strong looking arms were crossed over his broad chest. It took me a while to get his face, I was too busy taking in his.... Everything. He had beautiful milk-chocolate skin and a small red mark peeked out of his left sleeve, looked like the end of a rose petal. He had a tattoo!

Pull it together Lia!

Right! I shifted my eyes upwards to see plump pink lips smiling amusingly at me and his dark eyes studying me with what seemed like appreciation. I couldn't help it, I blushed. Then I blinked quickly and became angry all over again, most of the anger directed to myself for being weak.

"Hi, I'm Keith." He said, running a hand through his lightly jelled hair, making the delicate black curls cover his forehead.

I cleared my throat before I said anything. "Just give me the damn purse so I can go home."

His deep chuckle made my temperature seem to rise and I inwardly cursed myself.

"This is where you tell me your name princess." He replied, probably not at all affected by my rudeness.

I felt like slapping his cute little face. This guy is officially my worst enemy. Nobody calls me princess, NOBODY!!

"Have you ever got beaten up by a girl before?" I asked, my temper almost getting the best of me.

"No," he said, "but my best friend has, and he said it hurts, for a while, but I'll love it in the end."

The creep laughed, and stepped closer to me, I stepped back on impulse. "If you ever take another step towards me...." I warned.

"What you gonna do?" He asked, sounding very curious.

I pulled out my pepper spray, uncapped the thing and pointed it at him threateningly. I watched in satisfaction as he raised one hand in mock surrender.

"Calm down shorty. I mean no harm." He said, using his free hand to pull something from his pullover pocket.

I watched him suspiciously, pepper spray still in my hands. Any sudden movement from him would lead to his demise. The guy's hand came out with my silver purse and almost threw the spray away in excitement. I decided to put it away instead.

"Give it!" I demanded, grabbing at it.

The little asshole held it over my head before I could get it. Did I mention that he was really tall?
"Ask properly." He said.

Tf? I sighed and stamped my feet in frustration. "May I please have my purse back." I said, feeling the strong urge to slap the smirk off his face.

"Here." He said simply, handing me the thing and I grabbed it and pushed pass him in a hurry to leave the cursed room.

I was about to open the door when my hand was suddenly tugged backwards. Startled, I let out a sharp gasp as I fell back into a hard muscular chest. I stood still, trying desperately to calm my heart that threatened to jump out of my mouth.

"Where's my thank you, sweetie?" He whispered, warm, minty breath fanned my neck. I bit my lip and willed myself not to shiver in excitement.

"Go to hell, whatever tf your name is." I replied. I struggled against him to be free, but he tightened his hands around me. 

He started to shake and a pleasant sound came from his throat. He was laughing at me. "I will let you go if you stop wiggling and say thanks for my kindness."

"You infuriating piece of sh't!" I screamed, still struggling against him. I suddenly ceased my movements when I felt something hard pressed against my back.

My body temperature rose again and I was sure I turned the color of ripe tomatoes. I am NOT blushing! Thalia, you're so stupid!! I forced myself to stay angry. I was seething with rage when the asshole finally let me go. I turned around fast and kicked him right in his prescious.

He let out a strangled "ow!" And crumpled to the floor. I almost felt sorry for the creep before I left the room.

I let out a small laugh as I walked away. That kick would probably make him dread the times when he wants to urinate. For a while, probably weeks. I laughed even louder. This is hilarious!

Thalia, you sadistic little bish! Stop laughing.