Chapter Five ⢠Sean Fuller
His irises darkened, and he suddenly went tense, gripping me to his chest firmly but gently, so I was unable to move away. His eyes seemed to lock on Linkâwho looked just as confused as I wasâin a glare that could stop a man dead in his tracks. I feel his chest rumble with something akin to a growl and that's when I decide I've had enough.
"Ryder what thâ" Putting my hands on his chest, I push to get off of him, but he just tightens one arm around me and uses the other to tangle his hand with mine instead, burying his face in my neck. His breathing then becomes deeper and it almost feels like he's smelling me, whichâfor obvious reasonsâweirds me out even more. I immediately try getting away from him again, but stop when I felt his muscles relaxing and him calming down. He takes one last deep breath and on the exhale whispers one indecipherable word against my neck.
This time when I try to get away, he lets me, but not before gently kissing my neck and softly saying to me with a husky voice, "No man is allowed to hear you moan but me, Angel. Please remember that."
Jeez. Possessive much? And we're not even together. "Last time I checked, we weren't dating. So technically, I could 'moan' for every single guy here and I would be doing nothing wrong." His scent was surrounding me, and I could still feel the warmth from when he had grabbed me. My voice still came out stern and steady though, which is something I mentally pat myself on the back for.
His jaw clenches and I can tell I'm saying something that he dislikes, but nonetheless, his eyes remain soft as he gazes at me. "Yet. We're not dating, yet. And regardless of whether you know or not, you're mine."
"I'm not a possession, Ryder. I'm a person. And for that matter, even if we were together you wouldn't control me."
"Oh I know, Angel, you'd have me in the palm of your hand."
I knew he didn't mean it sexually, but when I shifted in my seat he shot me a wicked look that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I try my best to brush it off though. I've met guys like him before; the ones who constantly flirt with you and maybe you flirt back a little, but you never let it go any further than that because you know they're a man-whore in the first place.
I don't actually know if Ryder is a man-whore though. I mean I haven't seen him with any other girls, but he's only been here for a couple of days anyway. He could have been one in his last school, which is something I don't doubt because with looks like that, I'm sure some girls were throwing themselves at him. I decide not to jump to conclusions about it. 1. Just because he's hot and a guy doesn't mean he sleeps with every girl in town. I'm sure he's probably not a virgin, but who is these days? And 2. It's not like I have any proof, I haven't seen him with any other girl besides me, and a couple of days is enough time to make some friends. Especially if you're hot.
A little nudge snaps me out of my reveries, which makes me wonder why I spent so long thinking about them anyways.
Ryder's all tense again and I see his jaw ticking as he reluctantly jerks his head to the table in front of us.
I follow his line of sight to meet eyes with a stern looking Wes who's holding up his phone and pointing at it. I pull out my phone and see the text he sent me. I thought I told you to stay away from him.
Deciding not to respond I put my phone away and shake my head at him. Ryder, who's been watching the exchange with a dark look on his face, turns to me. "Who's the guy?"
He tried to play is words off as casual but his facial expression was definitely not. His mouth was saying one thing and his body was saying another.
"Who? Wes?" He nods, his features softening as I giggle at him. "He's my brother!"
I see his body relax, a look of relief, hope, and confusion on his face. "Really? You guys look nothing alike."
"I know," I look at Wes's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, compared to my brown hair and brown eyes, "he's prettier than me." I wink.
Ryder laughs and shakes his head at me. "Impossible."
"So um, do you have any siblings?" He smiles knowingly at my diversion but doesn't say anything about it. "Yes. A brother."
"Are you older?"
"Nope. He's twenty."
Before I can say anything Amber interrupts "Oh! I forgot to tell you! Sean's been asking about you."
Sean Fuller has been my crush for about five months now. I wasn't invisible to him or anything, we're actually friends. He asked me out right before winter break but I was grounded so we decided to leave it for another day. "Really? What did he say?!"
"Well, he asked Link how you were doing because he hasn't spoken to you in a while and then he asked if you were still grounded, so you know what that means!"
"He's gonna ask me out again!?" Ryder tenses as soon as I say this and for reasons I can't understand, I instinctively put my hand on his arm to calm him down. Although, I see him relax some, his eyes stay tense and troubled. Maybe even a little bit pained.
"You bet your booty he's gonna ask you again!" Link looks at us like we're insane, which probably isn't that far from the truth to be honest.
Although I was happy the first time he asked me, I was grounded, so that happiness was also tainted with disappointment but now that I'm free again, I can feel the anticipation building already.
Ryderâwho hasn't even moved since Sean was brought upâfrowns and gruffly asks, "Who exactly is this. . . Sean person?"
"Oh, his name is Sean Fuller. He's been Emma's crush for likeâ" "Okay! That's enough info for today, huh?"
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We finished up our lunch without anymore talk of Sean, thank God, and now Ryder's walking me to class, or more like he's walking with me to our class, because for the sixth time today, he's in another one of my classes.
Sitting next to him in every class wasn't all that bad though, and yes I mean sitting next to him: Every. Single. Time. It was hard enough to concentrate on work when we only had three classes together. I would feel, sometimes catch his gaze on me, and I swear he's shifting his chair closer to mine.
But besides all of that, he makes me laugh and I feel happy when I'm around him. Mostly.
I sigh, willing myself to stop thinking about him even though he's only a couple feet away from mâ oh wait. . .no, make that a bit less than a couple feet, he just scooted closer to me again.
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