Possessive Love

Chapter #2

The history teacher dragged on about God knows what. I tuned his scratchy voice out, staring out the window instead.

Mason was running through my head, and I replayed our moment before class over and over. I repeatedly smiled, remembering his happy brown eye's.

I was in such a relaxed state, sighing every now and then, forgetting how uncomfortable the chair I was stuck in was, I nearly strayed the knock at the door.

Each head turned, alert and granting their attention to anything other than history class.

Their stood a young man, a smile clear as day on his handsome face.

I attempted hiding my amused smile once I noticed the girls straining their necks to get a better look at him, quietly giggling and adoring his attractive face.

Mr.Neil situated his glasses, squinted his eyes and asked, "May I help you?" in his raspy, deep voice.

Our alluring visitor took a step into the classroom and said, "I'm here for Mckenna Rale."

The heads of my classmates whirled in my direction, and landed on me. I looked at Mr.Neil, stumped on how he even knew my name.

The appealing young man and Mr.Neil shared tight-lipped words and with a nod of Mr.Neil's head, he met my perplexed eyes.

"You'll need your bag." Mr.Neil said.

I avoided the distinct stares and stood, grabbing my bag and pulling it over my shoulder.

My lagging foot steps sounded through out the hushed class room. I just made out the words, "God's blessing." by Mr.Neil, who stepped back, allowing me to come face to face with the stranger.

Mr.Neil smiled delightfully at the two of us. I focused my attention on our guest and followed him out, waiting patiently as he closed the door.

The hallway was empty, and his soft brown eyes were friendly as they stared back at me, reminding me of Mason. His smile was back, white and rather enjoyable.

He held out his hand, "Nate." he introduced. I hesitantly took his hand in mine, taking notice to his overly warm skin.

"McKenna," I told him. "but you already knew that." I had no clue how he had known, though.

He smiled gratefully, his shoulders seemingly relaxing, as if he were afraid I wouldn't have taken his hand after all.

It was then I noted he was definitely taller than I, and had a mighty, sturdy figure, strong no doubt.

His blond, messy hair glorified his attractive vibe he so easily gave off. He was easy on the eyes, that was for sure.

"Before I lead you to your explanation, I have to ask, do you enjoy adventures?" his eyebrows rose.

I stared back at him, puzzled. I was second guessing following him out of that classroom, realizing this may be a trick.

"Adventures?" I laughed.

"Adventures. Do you enjoy adventures?" he repeated seriously.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I like adventures." This had to be a joke, I thought to myself.

He gave a satisfied nod of his head, smiled and said, "Right this way then."

I gave one last look to the door of my history class, and sighed, following Nate down the hall.

It didn't take me long to figure out we were headed to the principle's office. "Am I in trouble?" I questioned.

He laughed, but said nothing.