Claiming Clea | c o m p l e t e d

f i f t e e n | J e a l o u s C l e a

But a few girls chose to flirt now and change later.

Even though everyone knows that Bain and Hunter were already taken, girls that didn't care about a gorgeous guy's status still tried flirting with them. Throwing themselves at the guys as if they were disposable.

And clearly, Clea wasn't happy seeing girls touching Hunter's arm while he was busy glaring at the girls and swatting their hands away.

She marched gracefully to her very own property, mainly Hunter and cocked her hip, hands on waist as she cleared her throat.

The girls turned to look at her, a little irritated for the interruption yet smirking that she saw how they practically glued their self to him.

"The janitor must've forgotten to throw all the garbage since I'm seeing four thrash right in front of me now." She tilted her head, looking all serious like she was truly confused.

The girls temporary destruction made Hunter easily slip away from them. He hastily walked to his girlfriend, draping his arm around her waist sighing in relief.

"Are you going to throw yourselves into the trash bin or do you want me to make you?" She threathened calmly, obviously not meaning to do it.

However, her calm demeanor only made the girls scurry away in fear. She turned her head to Peyton who was red as a tomato. Her redness wasn't a blush but rather anger.

"That was hot!" Hunter praised. But she ignored him and started to walk away.

"Baby?"

Silence.

"Are you mad at me?"

Silence.

"Please talk to me."

Silence.

"I didn't flirt back, if that's what you're thinking. I could never hurt you or worst cheat on you. Please believe me." She sighed and turned to look at him.

They were now standing at the almost empty school's parking lot.

"You could have easily slipped away from those leeches." She said bitterly. "But you preferred to endure their presence." She scowled.

"Clea, baby." He put her hand on his chest and the other one on his cheek. "I'm sorry for making you feel that way. Even though I'm considered a bad guy, I could never hurt a woman. If I shove those sticks away they could've been broken and be brought at the hospital." She giggled at his term but bit her lip to stop herself.

He was telling the truth. He never and would never hit a girl, drunk or sober.

"And I was honestly trying to walk away but they followed me and Bain. And that's when you came and saved me." She huffed, not for him but for herself.

She believed him but she couldn't believe at how closed minded jealous girl she was being.

And somehow, she couldn't help but compare the way she felt at how Hunter feels when Storm was around. And realization hit her, if this was the kind of jealousy he was feeling then she could've avoided Storm the first time he showed up.

"Baby?" He lifted her chin and pecked on her frowning lips.

"I know you were jealous." He stated with a playful smile. Clea rolled her eyes and pouted adorably.

"So?" She retorted childishly earning a laugh from him.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life." He hugged her and kissed her head. "Always remember that you're the only girl in my life. Never doubt me." He whispered, smiling as she nodded and hugged him tightly.

Peyton was fuming as she marched out of the school building. Bain followed suit, with an angered expression that Hunter and Clea didn't dare ask them what happened.

The jealous thing for them was taken differently.

"Peyton you better stop walking before I lose my patience and carry you to my car!" Bain shouted as he walked faster to easily catch up with an angry running girl.

"Make m-!" She was about to retort but Bain already threw her on his shoulder and jogged to his car.

"I'll see you guys later!" He shouted to his friends as he child-locked his car so she wouldn't be able to escape.

"What the hell was that?!" Bryce asked Hunter in which they answered with a shrug.

"Relationship and it's complications." Bryce murmured shaking his head as he silently prayed not to fall in love with a girl like Peyton the Python.

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