I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

7 - Shootin' with Both Barrels

Shit shit shit shit.

“You cornered me for Flora didn’t you!” I burst out suddenly, fury and panic seizing my body. Why else would he seek me out? So he can capture me all alone and call Flora up here, so she can come and rip me limb from limb and smear my blood all over the floor.

“What?” Abel sounds genuinely surprised, but I don’t buy it. He’s acting!!

“You’re kidnapping me so Flora can come and kill me!!” I raged, pointing my finger up at his hot yet startled face.

“What the hell? No! God, no!! She– ”

Denial! That was all I needed to hear. He’s keeping me here so she can come and beat the shit out of me!!

I try to run around him, be he grabs my arm. I clock his hand with my English Lit book (which is like a freaking anvil) and he curses and he lets go. I’m headed for the stairs, hoping to god Flora isn’t in an upstairs classroom, when something catches my waist, wrenching me backwards and to the side, towards the wall. I duck my head, ready for impact.

My body jerks to a stop, and I hear another curse. I open my eyes to meet Abel’s pissed off black-brown ones. He’s still swearing. “ –the fuck is your fucking problem!? Jeezus Christ, you are completely fucking crazy!”

One of his arms is still wrapped around my waist, kind of holding me to his side. I struggle against him. “Lemme go assface! Right now!” Jeezus, he is so strong!! I batter him with my Lit book til he lets go, and I realize now that my face is bright crimson. Oh, for God’s sake, all he did is grab me and hold me on his hip and I go red as a fucking tomato. Good cripes.

“Alright alright, jeez, sorry.” He apologizes, but still sounds pissed. I also notice that he’s making sure to stand between me and the stairs. Bastard.

“I don’t care, let me fucking leave!!” I almost shout, because now I remember that I’m probably gonna be late to Lit now too, because of this dumbass. First stupid Sebastian makes me late for Psychology, now this jerk? Ugh! “I’m gonna be late for fucking English!”

His hands are back on his hips and it irritates me. “With Mr.Truman?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s gone today.”

“Bullshit!”

Abel grunts in aggravation. “You swear a lot,”

I glare at him harshly. “Only at stupid and annoying people.”

Abel glowers at me and then sighs heavily through his nose, closing his eyes and then lifting his head to the ceiling. I can’t help but notice how sexy this is. Then I curse myself. This idiot is trying to get me killed, he’s not sexy!! His gorgeous body says otherwise.

“Okay,” He says, looking back down at me. “I’m not here to kidnap you or whatever you thought I was gonna do. I just wanna talk.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Yeah right.”

He mimics me and says in a matter of fact tone. “Yeah. Right.”

We glare at each other for awhile. I raise an eyebrow. “Well?”

Abel gives me this look that means he wants to strangle me, but I seem to get that look a lot nowadays, so I don’t take it too personally. “I didn’t plan this or anything,” He begins, seeming to feel the need to explain himself. “I was just walking up the stairs with some friends and they said that you’re the girl who got in that fight with Flora.” And then he’s glaring violently at me, all the ferocity of familial protection screaming from his face. The hairs on the back of my neck rose.