The Bad Boy's App

Turf War

"She's mine." I heard Jace say.

Breathing was becoming harder and harder after each step away from the boys. One would think it would be easier except I still felt the burning sensation of their eyes on the back of my head. Their staring caused my heart to beat faster in my chest yet I kind of welcomed it. The caffeine pills were kicking in and I could feel it effects course through my veins and made me want to explode.

Thorin was walking in the opposite direction than me. The boy raked his black hair back while staring me down with his black eyes. I watched as his eyes flickered to the boys behind me down to my own body. "Hey, buddy." Even though it wasn't my cup of tea, I wanted his eyes on me and not the boys. One near death experience was enough for this school.

"What's up?" His attention kept wavering from the boys to me. Warmth took over my shoulder the moment he placed his hand on it. As a reflex, my body seized up into one huge tight ball. Relaxing was becoming hard underneath Thorin's touch but I was going to have to bear with it.

"Just getting an early start to our next class, maybe you should too?" I tugged at his wrist.

Slowly with some resistance, he began to move. His long legs turned to the direction I was originally going and away from the little hive of boys that he was eyeing. I kept my hand on his wrist not because I wanted to touch it but to make sure that he didn't suddenly decide to see what was going on with the gang.

"Flora..." He said while moving even slower than he was before. "Did those guys say anything to you?"

It took me a moment to think of my response and make sure it sounded believable. "Thorin, I'm invisible. Of course not."

"You're not invisible though." He sighed, continuing down the hallway with me.

I laughed, well more of a snort, though a laugh is more attractive. My hand was still around his wrist, not moving a single inch further down. A sparse amount of kids passed us who's eyes went directly down to our hands. People walked by, talking as silence settled between the two of us.

"And what makes you say that?" My eyes somewhat narrowed when they looked up at him. The ass didn't look back at me. He wasn't willing to meet with my eyes and formed this little bubble of anger inside of me.

"They were staring at your arse." His voice came out weird.

I blinked a couple times at him. The words swirled in my mind like a foreign entity that was trying to wrap itself into my thinking process. He looked down at me, showing no emotions except for a simple huff. His lips parted as if they were about to say something else but nothing came out but more air.

Honestly, I didn't understand his feelings towards the guys if they were even actually looking at my butt. Hell, I didn't even know what his feelings were. Anger? Not quite, he wasn't fuming and kept his cheeks the same color instead of burning coal. Sadness? Tears didn't roll down his cheeks nor did his voice quiver.

"Are you jealous?" Never in a million years would I think those words form in the back of my mouth and leave the tip of my tongue when it came to another human being.