Page 12 of Kalix
How the fuck am I supposed to explain to him that she’s mine? That no one else can talk to her, and his mere proximity to her makes me want to slit his throat?
“Stay. The fuck. Away. From. Her.” I grit out.
“Who? Lainey?”
“Yes, Lainey.”
“‘Kay, dude, get the fuck off me.”
I push him back against the wall before releasing the material and stepping back, clenching my teeth until they feel like they’re going to break.
I have no right to her, yet every fiber of my being isscreaming that she’s mine. The guys will give me a hard time if they know just how infatuated I am with her, but the rest of the world would probably put me in prison.
Last night my little rabbit slept so peacefully. My mind takes me back to those moments without warrant. Fuck, I want to relive those moments again and again. I was so close to her, and she didn’t even look scared.
I tell myself that I was just trying to make sure she was being safe. Wouldn’t want some bogeyman to come and get her. Or more like I wouldn’t want Alex to try some shit with her. I have to protect what’s mine, even if she isn’t technically mine, but she is. The world doesn’t know, she doesn't know, but I have no doubt. She’ll see just how perfect we are for one another, and then it’ll be all doves and flowers or whatever corny shit people say about having the perfect one by your side.
That’swhat it’ll be. Perfect.
I come back to the conversation, the guys joking around like they normally are, but my eyes scan the area for Lainey. She must’ve left in a hurry or something, because I can’t find her anywhere. My stomach sours at the thought of her being out of my line of sight, but I take a deep breath and try to calm the anxiety that spikes throughout. Truly feeling like a druggy needing their next fix, I continue my paroozel, but still come up empty handed. She’s nowhere to be found. If I run off right now, I’m sure to get questioned.
I weigh the pros and cons of trying to lie my wayout of the conversation and decide to just tough it out until later. I’ll have plenty of time to see her. She may not see me, but I’m always watching. Always waiting. Biding my time to make her see me forme.
She makes me feel alive in the best way. She won’t leave my mind.
I follow the group as we make our way to the cafeteria. Something to eat should be good, but I’m still sick with worry without her being within my sight. There’s not much of an appetite to be had, so I grab a granola bar and an energy drink to perk myself up.
We all sit down at the table, and I pop the top of the drink before taking a big guzzle. I didn’t get any sleep last night, instead, I was too busy staring at Lainey. It sounds a little creepy if I really think about it, but I just had her best interest in mind.
Silly girl even left her dip out next to her bed, so I put it away for her. Interesting combination of food, but if she likes it then so do I. I tried it, just taking one to try. I chased the combination with water from the tap, but it’s what her preferences are. Of course, her favorite food shouldn’t go to waste, so that’s where I come in to save the day. Or at least that’s what I tell myself to justify staying there all night. Sure, I could’ve checked the locks, put everything away and left, but what if something happened after? I’d never forgive myself if something did happen and I wasn’t there to stop it.
“So, what’s the deal with that girl?” Reed asks.
The question snaps me out of my spiral and I takeanother drink, giving myself time to think about a response before I reply.
“I’m infatuated with her.”
“No shit,” Reed scoffs, “you literally had us follow her home yesterday. Now, you’re pushing Reed against the wall and telling him not to talk to her. I think infatuated might be a little short of the mark.”
I lean forward, allowing my forearms to rest on the table as I start to unwrap the bar I grabbed. Biting a piece off, I look around at my group of friends, all staring at me with the same question in mind.
“She’s mine.”
That’s the only answer that seems justifiable, but my friend just scoffs and leans back in his chair, arms crossed.
“Yeah, I think we all picked up on that. Does she know?”
“Not yet.”
They all snicker, and the sound irks me.
“I just have to wait for the perfect time to tell her. To make her see.”
“Sounds a bit obsessive,” Issac chimes in.
“Listen, there’s not much else to say except she’s mine, so back the fuck off. I’ll fill you in when we make itofficialor whatever the fuck you want to call it, but I’m not letting her go. She. Is. Mine.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, man. We get it. She’s yours. Good for you, finally gonna get with someone.”
