"I'm Obsessed With You"

Chapter 3 - Bruises

Juliet is what I think about as I fall asleep, and she's the first thing I think about when I wake up. She consumes my thoughts.

So, I grabbed my phone and texted her.

"I'm picking you up"

"Ok :)" she replied. God, she's so cute.

I jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth and hair, got dressed, hopped in my car, and headed down the road to her house. When she got in the car, I could smell her perfume. Delicious. She thanked me for the ride even though I told her she didn't have to. So I shrugged it off and immediately moved my eyes to her neck in search of my chain. It's there. Perfect.

"Hungry?" I asked her. She looked up at me. Her lip's busted. Who the hell- "A little bit but it's fine. I don't have any monry anyways" I looked in her innocent eyes. LMAO as if I was gonna let her pay anyways.

I pulled into the closest place "Apollo, I said I don't have any money" I ignored her.

"What do you want?" I looked over to her. She furrowed her eyebrows. I softly grabbed her jaw. Her eyes widened. "Don't make me ask again" she pouted but I don't care.

I tried to look her up last night but I couldn't really find much. Just that her mom went missing, presumably dead.

I'll ask her more about that later. We arrived at the school.

They day went by pretty quickly. I needed a customer to tend to before I took Juliet home.

I went to our spot and noticed Juliet standing there with my customer. What. the. fuck. I should shoot him in the head.

"Juliet, you know he's looking for you right?" he warned her. Her eyes widened and she looked away, extremely worried "I was hoping he would forget about me" she started rubbing her arm in discomfort.

"Nah, he's pissed. You should lay low" she looked at him with fear in her eyes "I plan to"

They nodded off and she walked away. I delt with him quickly and sped to my car. Who is "he"?

I texted a few of my guys and told them to find out everything they can about her past. Of course, they complied.

I got to my car and she was already waiting there. I looked at her neck. Empty.

"Where is it?" I asked "What?" she looked confused. I pointed to her neck "Oh, yeah, I was in dance and I had to take it off" I squinted my eyes "Don't" I demanded "Well I have to take it off for dance; I mean, what if it breaks?" damn, she has a point. "Fine. But put it back on right after" I told her. She nodded and giggled.

We got in and I started driving. "Do you mind if I take my jacket off?" she asked. I shook my head. I would prefer it that way, actually.

I watched her as she took her jacket off. Not in a weird way, but in a I'm in love with this girl kind of way. When she was taking it off, her tanktop came up a little, and I could see her back. She had a bruise running up the side.

Oh, I'm pissed.