Kingsley's Property

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Someone is staring at me.

The guy in the black leather jacket was leaning on the lockers.

I walked, pretending that I didn't see him there. As I passed by him, he grabbed me by the hand and pushed me into the lockers. He placed one of his hands above my head while the other one was holding my hand making it impossible for me to leave.

"W-what are y-you d-doing?" I stuttered, looking forward. He was so tall that my eyes are only at his chest.

"Look at me," he whispered in a husky voice. There was something in his voice that compelled me to look at him. Slowly, I raised my head meeting his face. A gasp escaped my lips. He was beautiful! Long eyelashes which can make girls envious, ever green eyes where you can get lost to, pointy nose, red lips, sharp jaw and unruly hair which adds to his dangerous look.

"Like what you're seeing?" he asked, smirking. I felt heat rush into my face.

"Please let me go," I said trying to release my hand from his hold. It only resulted to him tightening his hold.

"Stop moving," he breathed. He moved his face closer to mine, our faces now only centimeters apart. His eyes went to my lips making me unconsciously lick them. His face darkened and his breath became ragged.

"Stop doing that," he ordered in a low voice. I bit my lips to stop myself from licking them again. He growled and his hand that was beside my head went to my lips, pulling them from being bitten.

"You're so fucking beautiful. It drives me crazy." He rested his face on the crook of my neck. His hot breath tickling me. I wanted to push him away but my body won't cooperate with me.

"Can you please let me go?" I pleaded. Him being near me makes me breathless. There was something about him that makes my stomach feel funny.

"Have you seen him today?"

"Yeah, he was at the back during chem."

"Lucky you."

I looked at the guy and started struggling. I don't want people to see us like this. I don't even know this guy!

"This isn't over kitten," he whispered in my ear and released me.

I pushed him and ran to the restroom heading to one of the sinks. I opened the faucet and splashed water on my face repeatedly. I took a deep breath and placed my hands on the sink.

Who was that guy and what was his problem?

She was so beautiful. Even when she was flustered, she's beautiful. It took all of my self control not to kiss her a while ago when she bit her lip. They were so red, asking to be kissed.

I glanced at the restroom where she ran off to. I'll let you go this time kitten.

"What took you so long?" asked Payne as I sat. He was now munching on his brother's food.

"Did you get lost?" Blake asked. "I'm sorry I should have gone with you."

"No!" I replied immediately. They all gave me weird looks. "Uhm, I mean the restroom was full that's why I took so long." I gave them a small smile hoping they would buy it. I really didn't want to make what happened a while ago a big deal.

"That's weird. The restrooms here never gets full," Payne said putting his hand on his chin.

"Maybe the restroom near the gym got clogged again."

"Oh yeah, that's nasty," Payne said disgustedly and shivered.

"You're the one that's nasty. Eat faster will you?" Payton remarked looking at his wrist watch. Payne stuck his tongue out at Payton making me and Blake laugh while Payton just shook his head at his brother.

The week passed by quickly.

During those days, I was swamped with assignments. The twins, Blake and I hung out at the Ice Cream Parlor near the school everyday after classes. We helped each other with our assignments and I was thankful for that.

I discovered that Blake was living only two blocks away from ours. Since then, he made it a habit to drop by my house to give me a ride to school. Mom kept on teasing the two of us.

The four of us usually go home together except for Monday, Wednesday and Friday because the guys have basketball practice. Let me tell you, those guys are famous. A lot of girls are at the gym during their practice going gaga at them. Can't blame them. Blake and the twins are handsome.

The guy in the leather jacket hasn't bugged me since our last encounter in the hallway. Weird, I don't recall seeing him in class as well.

Wait, why am I thinking of him anyway?