His Angel

His Angel

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I watched the look of jealousy in Zavier's eyes as he watched me grind my hips against Theo. I smirked his way and continued to dance. Suddenly I felt Theo's hands grasping my hips pulling me more onto him. That's when Zavier snapped coming over to me and in one swing knocked Theo out cold on the sand, throwing me over his shoulder carrying me back to where the rooms were. I pound my fists on his back shouting at him to put me down. "What the fuck is wrong with you," I shouted as he brought me into a room set me on my feet. When he turned to look at me I could see the anger and jealousy in his eyes but I didn't give a shit he should get a taste of his own medicine. "What the hell do you think you are doing! You can't knock a guy out because I was dancing on him and then drag me up here! You don't own me Zavier!" I yelled and started walking out of the room. Before I could leave he roughly wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me so my back was pressed against his muscular chest; then his second hand went to my hair, wrapping it around his knuckles and pulled making my back arch on his command. He then moved his head so his mouth was next to my ear. I couldn't breathe due to how close we were. Fuckkkkk Then in his deep, raspy voice said " If I see my girl dancing on another man I won't hesitate to show the fucker who you belong to.........your mine Mia.
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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