I'm No Cinderella

Chapter 4: Zayn James

I scowled as I left my class, James following me. He had been pestering me every class meeting in order to get my attention. He was doing it in a chldish way, with spitballs, notes, and tapping on my shoulder. I decided to ignore him but he's getting on my nerves, I think I'm about to burst. I went to my locker, quickly shoving things in. When I felt more than saw him lean against the lockers to my left, I lost it. I slammed my locker door and spun around quickly. "What do you want, James?" He smirked, his fingers grazing over my wrist gently. I instantly backed away from him, despising the tingling sensation I get every time I touch him. "Touchy, touchy.." I scowled. "What do you want?" I repeated coldly. He sighed. "What if I just want to talk?" I rolled my eyes. "You never want to talk. Just get to the point." He smiled, really SMILED, and I lost my breath. I hadn't seen that smile in years... The smile that use to make me happier than anything else in the world. I scowled again, trying to erase him from my memory. "I want to talk this time, Jane.. Just catch up." I huffed. "Not in a million years.." I turned and started to walk off, but stopped when he grabbed my hand. I spun around to yell at him but I swallowed my voice when I realised how close he was..

He smirked down at me with that suffocating intense look deep in those dark brown eyes of his. "You're too sweet, Princess." I scowled, turning my head away from him as he started to lean in just a bit closer. "Don't call me Princess, James." His smirk widened as his fingers took my chin and gently tilted it back up until I met his gaze again. "Why not? You're MY Princess.." I felt my rage slice through me as I narrowed my eyes. I spoke calmly but lowly, hoping he would hear the venom dripping off of my tongue from my tone. "First off, I am not ANYONE's Princess, especially not YOURS. You do not own me. You never have, and you never will. Second, JAMES, you need to BACK THE HELL UP. I can't breathe whenever your calogne is trying to shove its way down my throat and suffocate me." I shoved him back roughly as I said this. He stumbled back, surprised, but caught himself as he leaned on the wall for support. "And last, I'm no Cinderella. So don't try to be my Prince Charming and come to rescue me. I don't NEED rescuing. I can break out of my tower of hell alone, thank you." I huffed before grabbing my bag and walking away. Oh yeah, I showed him.

Now if I can only handle my lust every time he comes closer, maybe then I'll be able to stand him...

What do you guys think? ;) It shows just a little of how he affects her. Next, maybe his point of view??? Hmmmm..