You Are Mine

yor are mine part-2

He had just shrugged and looked at me with those bright eyes of his and replied with, "You're mine."
I was too flustered and thankful that I didn't even argue with him even if I did feel that spark of something he always evoked in me.
Entering high school was a lot different from middle school. Randhir became known as 'hot'. But I didn't like the word 'hot' that girls described him by. To me, he was 'gorgeous'. His dirty blond hair grew so that it brushed against the collar of his shirts, he grew taller and filled out. He looked so different, but I still recognized his eyes. I would always recognize them.
I had changed too. Most of my baby fat dropped off as I grew taller. My braces came off and I replaced my glasses with contacts. I even exchanged my sweatshirts for more fitted, but still conservative, clothes. To my embarrassment and perhaps even to my excitement, I received attention from other guys. But, in the back of my mind, I always wondered what Randhir thought of me. I constantly wondered if he thought I was attractive.
When he eventually saw my new change, he had just stared at me with a burning intensity. Luckily, the hallway was empty, as most students had gone home. I had thought I was the only one left, but when Randhir came strolling out of a classroom door, my heart began to pound in my chest. I turned to glance at him, as if casually, but then found I couldn't look away. I just stood there.
Finally, a smirk dropped into place and he strolled over to me. I held my breath the whole time he made his way over to me.
"Didn't hide behind all those books this summer did you, Sanyukta?" He said while I turned toward him even more.
My eyes had narrowed, "What's that suppose to mean?" I had to crane my head up still to look at him.
His smirk had returned and he gave me a full once over, making it obvious he was checking me out. "Well, for one, you're not the repulsive cow I remember." My mouth had dropped and just with one simple sentence, Randhir lit my blood on fire.
And for the second time in my life, I punched him.
I hadn't hurt him like I wanted; he reeled back more in shock than in pain. In fact, I had probably hurt myself more. But when he recovered, there was something in his eyes that told me he was immensely amused. There was something else I couldn't really identify, but I could have cared less. He had just insulted and complimented me in the same sentence.
"You know why I always do this to you?" He asked me, an actual smile forming onto his face. He leaned in really close so that I could smell him. I realized he smelled like soap and I had to refrain myself from inhaling him even further. "Because I love seeing you all riled and flustered." Then with laugh, he turned on his heel and started down the hallway while I still stared at him in shock. Over his shoulder, he threw out, "Oh, by the way, you still hit like a girl."
That had broken me out of my gaping and I made a loud irritated noise in the back of my throat. But even as I did that, I couldn't get that stupid grin on my face and the butterflies in my stomach wouldn't stop. I remember hearing his laughter all the way down the hall.
TBC..