Coffee stains and paper planes

Bad boys bitch

     I wake up the next day, worried about what Noah's plan for me is. At the end of lunch yesterday, he said I needed to repay him, and that I "owe" him. Then he snickered and walked away. Like who does do that?
     I still think it was his fault I got coffee all over me. He ran into me, not the other way around. I grab my bag and go out the door and hop into my brother Nathan's car. He drops me off at school and we say our goodbyes. I love Nathan, but I was never as close to him as I am with Rider. Speak of the devil, Rider appears at my side and as I enter the school, so does Braelyn. 
     Everything seems well and dandy until a certain bad boy appears in my view, and as I look closer, I see he's at my locker. 
     "Bye guys, see you in class!" I say and start walking toward my locker, a determined look on my face.
     "What do you want?" I snap and he smirks. God, can't he just smile for once?!
     "Good morning to you too, little ray of sunshine." I roll my eyes at his snarky comment and give him an expected look.
     "Fine, I need a favor and since you owe me, you're gonna do it." He says I glare at him.
     "First of all, I don't owe you. Second of all, I'm not your bitch, why don't you go ask Faith for your little 'favor'." I say and try to get into my locker. He stops me with a hard look in his eyes.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you will do what I say, whether you like or not." He says coldly.
"Get out of my way." I growl. But he doesn't move, he just stands right in front of my locker and stares down at me. I can tell he's not gonna be moved easily but I still try.
"I'm gonna be late, so can you just move?" I ask, growing inpatient.
"No! You need to learn your lesson, no one messes with me without punishment!" He practically yells. I look around to see no ones in the halls to hear us. That's when I realize the bell has already rung and I just didn't notice it.
Before I could stop it, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and starts walking out of he school. Who does this guy think he his? No one pushes me around. I start kicking and screaming and punching his back.
"Put me down!" I scream, but he doesn't seem phased. When we get outside, he walks us to an alley at the side of the school. Then he puts me down and I try to bolt out but he stops me. I try going past him but there's no use. I finally give up and settle down.
"Are you done?" He asks sternly. I nod and cross my arms.
"Why did you bring me here." I ask, annoyed. Without answering my question, he holds his hand out impatiently. I look at, confused.
"Phone." He says, rolling his eyes.
"What?" I ask.
"Phone. Now." He repeats more sternly.
"What are you mean?" I ask, still confused.
"What don't you understand! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING PHONE!" He shouts at me. But I don't give it to him. I'm not afraid of him. Should I be? I don't care either way. I'm Evelyn Thomas and I don't listen to anyone.
     "No." I say smoothly, arms still crossed. I can tell there was this switch that went off. I thought he was mad before, but now, I can tell I struck a nerve. But I still remain calm. I'm not scared of him.
      "Can you just cooperate? We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice." He says, clearly getting aggravated. I remain where I am, making it clear I was not going to cooperate.
     "Fine, the hard way it is." He says coming at me with confident, long strides. I tense up but don't move. When he reaches me he starts roughly patting me down until he finds where my phone is. He try's to take it out but I stop him.
     "Why do you need my phone?" I ask, getting even more annoyed. He rolls his eyes.
     "Do I need a reason?" He scoffs with irritation.
     "Yes." I reply simply, what is wrong with him? I'm not just gonna give my phone to him, no questions asked.
"If I give you a reason, will you be a good girl and give it to me?" He asks and I can tell he's about to snap. I can't help but roll my eyes.
"If its a good enough reason, maybe." I say honestly. But I probably won't because what reason will be good enough for me to give him, Noah Night, my phone.
"Well we can't let you go contacting someone, letting them know we're here, now can we." He says as if it were obvious. This is when I start to get scared, but I don't show it.
     "Are you gonna kill me or something?" I ask sarcastically. I don't know why, but I know Noah would never hurt me that bad. He might hurt me a little to 'give me a lesson' but not enough where it would effect me.
     He smirks at this comment and loosens up a bit. It's like he totally switched personalities. One minute he looked like he wanted to rip my head off and the next he's smirking and cracking jokes.
"Maybe I am." He says, getting closer to me. At this point there's only a sliver of space between us. But the weird thing is, I don't want to move. What is wrong with me? Why does this feel so right? My breath hitches and I stare up into those big bright green eyes of his. I get lost in them and before I can blink, he's waving my phone in my face. I get released from my trance and I glare at him. He starts full on laughing and I just glare at him harder.
"I always win, remember that." He says with a snicker after he calmed down. This is when I snapped, I just couldn't take it anymore.
     "What the hell is your problem!" I scream and try to storm off, key word try. Before I could get far he stops me.
     "Not so fast, I'm not done with you yet. I don't think you've learned your lesson." I can't take him any more. I shove him hard and try to run off. Right when I'm about to make it out of the alley, I feel a strong hand grab my wrist. It kinda hurts how hard he's holding me but I hide it.
     "I said we're not done. And aren't you forgetting something?" He says firmly, holding up my phone in his other hand. That little bastard! I totally forgot he stole my phone. I look at my phone then at him in realization. I pull my wrist out of his grip, and glare daggers at him. 
     "What the hell do you want?" I ask him. He looks at me knowing he finally got to me, a knowing smirk on his face.
    "I already told you, you owe me a favor."