5. You're mine

I lightly hummed in sync with the song playing on the radio as I pulled the car in the parking lot and turned off the engine, giving my sister a smile before getting my backpack from the backseats.

She took hers as well and we got out, locking the car before walking to the school's main entrance.

"Where's Kayla? Did she text you?" I asked Dre while casually checking my phone.

"Nope. What about Jess?"

"She said she won't be coming to school today. She has to babysit that army of her cousins again," I said with an eye-roll as Dre giggled, pushing against the glass-made double doors as we entered the school building and made our way to our lockers.

I unlocked it and threw my backpack inside while Andrea did the same, taking out only the stuff we needed for our first periods.

"Well, turns out it's just the two of us today," She said with a shrug and gave me a hug like always.

"See you later," I nodded, closing my locker before going to my classroom.

I pushed against the door after a small moment of hesitation, my gaze instinctually scouting through the sea of students for a pair of unnerving green eyes.

I mildly sighed in relief once I realized he wasn't present, casually remembering those nonsensical words he'd told Estefany yesterday as I made my way to an empty seat.

His betrothed...his plaything...

He must be really fucked in the head.

I sat and placed my stuff on the table, leaning over the backrest as I fished out my phone from my jacket pocket and boredly scrolled through social media when a message from my sister suddenly popped on the screen.

'Dude Estefany is in my class wtf'

What?

I didn't get to reply as the empty chair next to mine screeched over the floor, my gaze raising from my phone and to the person who had moved it.

I watched as he sat on it and turned his large body so that he could face mine, basically trapping me between the wall and him.

I silently looked into his vivid glimmering eyes, noticing how they slowly trailed over my length before finding my own again.

"What are you doing here? Won't your girlfriend mind that you're sitting next to me?" I raised a brow and crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a rather bored and annoyed look.

He let out a chuckle, noticing those dimples in his clean-shaven cheeks.

"I can do whatever I want, whenever the fuck I want to. Keep that in mind," He replied in an agressive manner, however not managing to scare me even in the slightest bit as I rolled my eyes,

"Whatever,"

"But just so you know, I will never be your plaything or whatever. You don't fucking own me, get that?"

"I don't know if your rich spoiled brat ego is what makes you think that you do and that you can do whatever the fuck you want to but keep that in mind, I am not one of those mindless bimbos who throw themselves at you just because you're good-looking or whatever,"

As soon as that last sentence flew past my lips his wicked grin widened, showing off those perfect white teeth as his emerald green eyes peered right back into my own with such malevolence, almost making me falter.

"Oh but I do own you. You are mine and I can do whatever I damn please to you,"

"Since when?" I snorted.

"Since your father made the vow, giving you to the next heir to the throne. Me,"

My sarcastic smile immediately fell at the mention of my father, replaced by an entirely shocked expression.

"M-my father? How do you know my father?"

"Wait what? What the f- he gave me to you? What do you mean he gave me to you? That's..." I abruptly paused as I realized that I had risen my voice and inadvertently drawn our teacher's attention, quickly pretending to write whatever he had written on the board as he watched me for a few seconds more before resuming to his previous actions.

"That's fucking insane!" I whispered in anger as I averted my attention back to him,

"I'm not fucking cattle or a property goddamn it! And last I checked this is the twenty-first century or did we fucking fly back in time and I'm the only one who didn't receive the memo?"

He smirked, pushing back those jet black strands away from his forehead before leaning even closer, allowing me to feel his discreet masculine fragrance and the warmth of his minty breath as he cruelly said back,

"As far as I can tell, there are many things your father didn't tell you. I mean, why bother? After all, you're just a fucking weak human. You didn't even receive the gene. Maybe that's why he left you in the human world, so blissfully unaware because he knew that no one would bother search for you anyway. No one wants a weak and powerless little human,"

I silently looked into his evil green eyes for a moment, just about to ask him what the fuck was he ranting about and why he kept calling me a freaking weak human when the bell suddenly rang, realizing that I could just let him be with his nonsensical ranting and walk away.

He could be lying, for all I know.

So what if he knew my real name, he could've just snooped through my records for the sole purpose of scaring me and having a good laugh out of it, for all I knew.

Fucking asshole.

I rose from my seat and gathered my stuff, throwing him an angered look as I noticed that he refused to move from his seat, giving me one of those stupid smirks of his.

So I forcefully squeezed myself in between his long legs and the table, noticing the way his gaze rather leisurely trailed upwards, from my knee-high stockings and to my pleated skirt, making me feel so damn uncomfortable and try a little harder to escape until I finally managed to step onto the corridor, being quick to make my way towards the door.

"What about your sister though? Is she a pointless weakling too?"

I abruptly halted as soon as those words reached my ears, my body filling with rage as I swiftly turned around,

"Listen, you motherfucker, you touch a single strand of her hair and I'll-"

In less than a second, I suddenly found myself pressed against the closed door, passingly noticing that we were actually all alone in the classroom before my gaze rose to meet his.

"You'll what?"

His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added.

Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into his glimmering emeralds.

"I am not afraid of you," I spat between gritted teeth, noticing that devilish smirk tugging at his naturally pink lips.

"How about now?"

He wickedly whispered, feeling my entire body fill with pure fear and horror as I watched his eyes change from their emerald green colour to an unnaturally glowing golden, hungrily gazing at me.

His hand quickly pressed against my mouth, abruptly silencing that scream that was about to erupt.

"Don't bother. No one will believe you,"