Star-Crossed

CHAPTER EIGHT.

SKY

I didn't have a violent bone in my body, and never even hurt a fly. Since I was young I had always been this way, always crying when I saw my mom or dad kill a spider or fly.

Something about Angela though, made me want to completely become violent. It was probably due to the years of bullying I endured, and feared enduring again.

Alexander had to come in the way of that, though.

I didn't care about a suspension, getting kicked off the cheer team or anything else. I just wanted to let go of all the anger I felt inside and hurt her. Actually hurt her.

I ignored his threatening gaze and tried my hardest to get out of his grip around my waist but he was stronger than me.

When I thought I was finally free, he got a grip around my wrist and pulled me back to him.

He pushed me against the lockers behind me and placed his arms on each side of my face. This made me uncomfortable, so I pushed him but when he wouldn't move I decided to slap him.

While he held his cheek, I gasped at my sudden violence and covered my mouth.

What was going on with me?

"Will you calm down?" He groaned before grabbing my wrists and pinning them next to me on the lockers. My heart was beating extremely fast but I finally surrendered.

Sweat and cologne from him rose to my nostrils.

"Relax." He chuckled, not letting go of my wrists.

I rolled my eyes at him and felt my eyes start to sting. I always hated that I cried when I was really angry, and this was just another case of my issues.

"Are you okay?" He offered, finally letting go of my wrists but placed one hand on the locker beside me.

He didn't care, so I decided to stay silent and cross my arms.

"Talk to me, Sky."

The way my name sounded coming from his lips was so foreign since he always used my last name.

"Your girlfriend has been on my ass since my first day here." I blurted out, looking down at the ground.

"I know she's a bitch." He laughed and I widened my eyes at him. I was expecting him to defend her, just from how close they are.

"And she's not my girlfriend." He continued.

"Why does she hate me?" I asked him, looking up at his green eyes, realizing that he had blue specs in them too, making his eyes resemble the world.

He chuckled, and I felt embarrassed all over again.

"Do you really not get why she's giving you a hard time?" He tilted his head down.

I shook my head, my eyes looking down at his chest and the thin gold chain around his neck.

"She's obviously mad that another girl here is getting attention. She hates that all eyes were on you back there, and the attention you've been getting around the school." He explains.

I take in what he said. "You think she's jealous of me?"

He nodded and I looked back down at the ground. I didn't believe that a perfect girl like her would be jealous of me.

We stood there in silence for a bit before he spoke, "Don't let her get to you. She'll stop when she sees that you're not affected by her."

I nodded and bit my lower lip, letting go of it when I realized that his gaze switched to my lips.