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Chapter 02 - Kirsten

warning: SCARLETT AND KIRSTEN ARE THE SAME PERSON. Hold your curiousness 'cause you'll find out later. also, this chapter needs to be rewritten. I'll work on it and as soon as I repost it, I'll let you know.

                                                            02.

                                                      ●•Kirsten•●

Tyler always had this jealous thing about his behavior. He couldn’t stand seeing any other guy (his friends an exception) laughing with me, talking to me or even looking at me. Until puberty came around, it wasn’t really a problem though; his hormones weren’t taking over his whole body and driving him crazy more easily. Besides, let’s say I wasn’t exactly the attractive kind of girl at that age (I still wasn’t, after all), but the last few years changed that a lot; his behavior, I mean. 

The past couple of months were the worst; things were really starting to get out of control and I was really starting to get worried. 

That’s why I tried to avoid the most all of those stupid looks from a little group of boys on the other queue in front of the counter. Damn, couldn’t those people just order a tad bit faster? Why was it so hard to pick which size of popcorn to eat after all? Three f—cking options, man! A five year-old would make it faster. 

Tyler, just like I feared, noticed those looks as well; one guy in particular (dark hair, a bunch of gel keeping it up on a quiff, green eyes, pale face, pink huge lips) was staring at me like if I was the last glass of cold water on those extremely hot days when you’re sweating like a pig and trying hard to breathe properly. If you get what I mean, which I doubt.

His gaze on me was so intent it was getting uncomfortable; not only because Tyler was keeping an eye on him as well (which I gotta admit, was a big deal, ‘cause he was getting really pissed off), but also because I knew what was going on inside his head. I wasn’t any kind of psychic, medium or whatever you call those people who read other people’s minds, but it wasn’t hard to guess all the dirty thoughts running through his brain when that stupid smirk was playing on his lips all the time, reaching his eyes with such an intensity that even I was getting pissed off.

Who the hell did he think he was to look at me as if I was his sex toy; the personification of all his fantasies? Why all men always seemed to look at me like that; think always those immature things and dream about how it’d feel taking me home with them? Not even mentioning the failed attempts of flirting with me, more than once, sometimes. Didn’t they notice the huge and moody guy standing right on my left? (Yeah, Tyler also had this obsessive thing about always standing on my left. I wasn’t sure about why, maybe he believed he was standing closer to my heart, or some other not understandable reason).

Either way, those few naughty guys blessed with a huge lack of smartness ended up bleeding out their noses because they weren’t smart enough to just shut up and runaway when Tyler’s eyes started to redden and his fists clenched; fingers tightening and sinking into his own hands so hard they left marks on the skin.

They liked danger, apparently, and they definitely didn’t fear for their lives, ‘cause I’m pretty sure Tyler would kill them for me. I mean, because of me.

Again, those green eyes were looking at me, and Tyler’s hands held tighter my forearm between his fingers. Things were going to get serious over there.

Even though he tensed next to me, clearly letting that group of boys know that the girl they were looking at had an owner, the boys didn’t seem to care. The black-haired one whispered something to his friends and right after he did what he shouldn’t have done: he walked over to me.