The Vampire Prince

A Couple Confessions

Chapter 17
A Couple Confessions

"Wyatt-"

His dress shirt was casually untucked from his pants. His buttons of his shirt were undone. You could tell he had just got home from a long day. Wyatt no longer looked put together but that didn't mean he still didn't look as good.

His head snapped towards me.

      "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I interrupting something?" He sarcastically spat.

       "N-No we weren't- I wasn't-" Adam tried to stutter out.

      The poor boy was absolutely petrified. Wyatt raced over to Adam. He pushed him against the wall.

        "What business do you have touching what is mine?" Wyatt growled.

       I grabbed Wyatt's shoulder. I've never felt something so tense. I tried to pull him away but he wouldn't budge. I didn't want Adam to get hurt.

      "Wyatt, stop it. We're sorry!" I yell.

       It was all happening so fast. Wyatt turned around and looked at me. I could tell he was only focus on the kiss. I tugged him away from Adam and just when I thought I had calmed the situation down he did something that shocked us all.

       Wyatt turned around and gave Adam a punch to the face.

       Yes, it was indeed happening so fast.

       Adam gasped and fell to the ground. He clutched his nose and I could tell it was bleeding. I stood frozen as Wyatt shook the hand that had just punched Adam. Wyatt inhaled and then exhaled, as if to calm himself down.

"Alright, lets go." He cooly said.

I could tell he was still obviously aggravated but I was inclined to do whatever he said. Wyatt grabbed my hand and rushed me back to our room. He squeezed so tensely I was scared of the wrath behind closed doors. I saw staff watching us as we hurried back to our room. They gave me this sort of look? Like they were glad I finally got in trouble.

       When we made it back to our room Wyatt instantly let go of me. I sharply inhaled when he backed me up into the wall. He leaned in close almost warningly and boy, was I cautious.

        "You're not allowed to go to the library anymore." He stated sternly.

      I gasped and tried pushing him away from me.

       "You can't do that! I love reading there and you know that!" Now I was getting angry.

        "You sure were doing a lot of reading there, huh?" Wyatt sneered.

       My efforts to push him away were to no avail and I gave up. He continued to lean in, eyes meeting mine, asserting authority.

      "Why am I not allowed to kiss him?" I retort.

      He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. He threw me down on it. I gasped as I bounced up and down slightly from the impact.

       "Whose bed do you sleep on?" He asked from the middle of the room.

       "Yours." I say softly.

       Satisfied with my answer, Wyatt walked closer.

      "Whose arms do you wake up in, in the morning?" He asked another question.

       He was being so condescending.

"Yours."

      "And who do you go around kissing?" Wyatt hummed.