Along Came a Luna

Chapter Nine

- Kyle's Aesthetics -

Why is the cafeteria so noisy? Can't everyone shut up? I am dealing with the biggest bloody headache... I kept thinking of ways to punch everyone in the face as I sat at the furthest table in this bloody building. The noise started to get too much for me, just like everything in my life. I really need to toughen up but all I could think about was what my father said to me last week. A desolate tear left my right eye and started to slide down my cheek. I feel so pathetic.

My thoughts were cut off as I heard a chair scrape out from underneath my table and a figure sat right in front of me. I heard a few snickers from a table to my right and my heart sped up to an alarming rate. I looked up to find a guy with black hair and hazel eyes staring back at me. A smirk came across his features and he started to talk.

"Hey, baby girl. My name is Kyle. You're looking really hot today..." The snickers started up again and I mentally rolled my eyes. What kind of pick up line is that? And I know for a fact that I look like hell, so clearly, this was some sort of joke. 

"So, I was wondering, could I get your number?" He asked whilst taking out his phone from his back pocket. "Maybe we could keep in contact," His hand slowly started to come my way, "Grab some coffee," He inched forward on his chair, "And maybe you could come back to min-" Before his hand could touch my thigh, he was grabbed from his collar and thrown out of his chair. A large growl resonated from the person that lifted him up and the snickering came to a halt. I pushed myself out of my chair, out of shock and placed my clammy hands on the table.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her. If you so much as even look in her direction, you're dead meat. You're so lucky you didn't lay your fingers on my mate or you would be six feet in the ground," He said. His voice sounded familiar I thought as butterflies started to flutter in my stomach. Why did he call me his mate? We have only talked once, and I only said like 3 words to him.

Kyle meekly nodded his head and scrambled out of the cafeteria. This person turned around and walked towards me. He looked around and saw that everyone was looking at the scene, so he grabbed my sweaty hand and dragged me outside. As soon as we were outside, he turned around and grabbed my shoulders. He stared deep into my eyes and asked me, "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah I am fine," I sighed trying to calm my nerves. By the looks of it, he was trying to as well. "Thank you for i-in there by the way," I said.

"I am going to kill him. All of them. Who the fuck does he think he is? God, what if I wasn't there? I contemplated not coming today and if I had stayed home... he would have touched you!" He yelled. He kept rambling on and on about what could have happened and how much he wanted to kill Kyle. So, I did the only thing that felt rational at that moment, I hugged him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and automatically felt his arms snake around my waist. He knelt down to place his head in the crook of my neck and I felt him sniffing me? Okay, he is just trying to calm down, I am not going to judge... After a few seconds, I pulled away and stared up at him. His sharp jawline, black hair and green eyes continue to mesmerise me. His black shirt clung to his figure, his muscles were definitely drool-worthy. A small smirk came onto his face and as much as I hate cocky, I couldn't stop staring at him.

I cleared my throat and realised I still didn't know his name... Oh my God Bella, you just hugged a random stranger. You stupid idiot! 

"U-um come to think of it, I don't know your name?" I said whilst trying to muster a friendly smile. He looked down at me and his smirk grew even bigger as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. God those muscles... kill me now! 

"The name's Logan, love."