Everyone knows.
Liam stood up while we were eating and left.I stayed in that house for hours.The doors were locked so I couldn't leave.
Some guy named Marcus came in after a while and said he was told to take me home.And just like that I was taken home.
When I walked into the hallway it was obvious something was up.The whispers,the staring and pointing wasn't really discrete.
Then in third period some girl walked straight up to me and said you're really strong,I don't think I would be okay after such a traumatic experience but then again I guess we still have alot of things to figure out about you
I'm not sure if I'm pissed,annoyed or just don't give a shit.This whole school is dysfunctional.
I really want this guy to stop talking.Apparently he's in the football team like that is supposed to melt my heart
He has been hitting on me since the period started.
Just as I'm about to tell him I'm not interested,in walks Liam.
His hair is wet.Like actually wet,its dripping and everything.It started raining yesterday evening and hasn't stopped since.
And this guy comes in with wet hair and a leather jacket.
He doesn't even acknowledge Mrs. Brown and she doesn't call him out on it.
He walks straight in my direction and looks pissed.I mean he wasn't smiling when he walked in but now it seems like he won't for a long time.
"Move"
The guy doesn't even ask questions.He literally fell to his feet.
"Sorry I didn't know she was with you"
"now you know"
Everyone actually turned around when Liam said that but as soon as he looked at them they all pretended they weren't just staring
Mrs. Brown keeps talking as if she didn't hear anything.Ever since I met her I've gotten the impression she doesn't like her job.
She keeps teaching even if she sees that no one is listening.
"I'm not with you"
"I know."
"Then why did you tell that guy that you are"
"I don't want to see you talking to guys"
"What the fuck?you're joking right"
He looks at me like I just asked the dumbest question in history.
"Why"
"Because you're mine"
"What?!"
You know when you can tell that people are listening to your conversation.None of them were looking at us but they were so quiet it was obvious they wanted to hear everything.
"I saved you,you owe me your life.In short,I own you"
"You're the reason my life needed saving to begin with.I don't belong to you and you can't tell me what to do or who I should talk to "
"I'm no longer interested in this conversation.I told you because I can't blame you for doing unethical things when you don't know.Now that you do,you are to not interact with guys in any way that isn't platonic.If you do I'll hold you accountable and there will be consequences"
"Unethical?accountable?consequences?who the fuck do you think you are?you don't own me.I'll do whatever the fuck I want!"
"Try me"