He smiles at me. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
“I do.” I’ve known it from the moment I met him. Silas is going to leave his mark, and it’ll be a sight to behold.
Chapter Eight
Alanna
“Slut,” some girl murmurs behind my back as her friends giggle beside her. They’ve been daring her to say something to me, and I’ll admit I was betting against her. I didn’t think she had the guts.
I slam my locker closed and turn around, my jaw clenched. Her eyes widen, and she turns around, her cheeks crimson.
“You,” I snap. “What did you just say to me?”
She rushes off, and her friends send me taunting looks as they follow her, their giggles grating on me.
“It’s not like they’re wrong.” Pure violence rushes through me at the sound of Caleb’s voice. “I saw how that guy held you. There’s no way he ain’t screwing you.” I turn toward him angrily, and he chuckles. “Should’ve just kissed me when I gave you a chance. If you want this to stop, I can make that happen. Just go on a date with me, Alanna.”
I cross my arms over my chest, but all that does is draw his gaze to my breasts. “You need to stop harassing me,” I warn him. “I’ve been lenient so far because I’m not into drama, but I will sue you for slander. It’s clear you’re not used to hearing the word no, so read my damn lips, Caleb. No. I will never date you.”
I walk past him, barely able to contain my temper. I’m trying my hardest to pretend that words can’t hurt me, but they do. Every time I’m called a slut or a whore, my heart breaks. I’m a virgin, for God’s sake. It’s unfair that this is happening to me because I wouldn’t let Caleb take advantage of me.
He’s hot on my heels as I walk to the exit, and I’m so tempted to turn around and punch him in the face. I’ve never truly hated someone before, but I can honestly say that I hate this guy. I hate everything about him. His stupid hair, his entitlement, the way his stupid friends fall in line, the fact that no one will stand up to him.
“It’s just one date, Alanna,” he says, his tone coaxing.
“Are you dumb?” I ask, pausing in the hallway. “What makes you think that harassing a girl will make her want to go out with you? We aren’t in kindergarten anymore, Caleb. I get that your emotional intelligence hasn’t caught up yet, so allow me to enlighten you. Bullying a girl whose attention you want is childish, and it’s ineffective. Leave me alone, or I’m submitting a formal complaint.”
I walk out of the building, relieved he isn’t following me. I head toward my car in a rush, but before I reach it, I’m yanked back. Caleb has his hand around my wrist, impatience flashing through his eyes. He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, we’re interrupted by a voice I know all too well.
“I highly recommend that you let go of my girl.”
The tension flows out of my body at the sound of Silas’s voice. I turn around to see him walking up to us, his eyes on mine. He wraps his arm around my waist and leans over me, roughly yanking Caleb’s fingers away.
“I’ve warned you once. I won’t warn you again,” he says, his voice soft. It looks like he’s holding Caleb’s hand with considerable force before he pushes it away, and I notice the way Caleb clenches and unclenches his fist, as though his hand is hurting.
Caleb looks at me, distraught. “You’re not seriously dating this guy, are you?”
I nod and turn in Silas’s embrace, pressing my body against his. I rise to my tiptoes and press a quick, nervous kiss to the edge of his mouth, not quite on his cheek, yet not on his lips either. “You’re late,” I say, my voice trembling just a little. What is he doing here?
Silas looks into my eyes, his intense gaze making my heart skip a beat. I almost stop breathing when his free hand slides up my back and into my hair. He cups the back of my head, his touch possessive. “I’m sorry, baby. My seminar ran longer than it should have.” He tips his head toward Caleb, a questioning look in his eyes. “Is this guy giving you any trouble?”
I hesitate, wanting to say yes, but knowing that I can’t. Silas has so much on his plate already. There’s no way I can add to it. Besides, I don’t want to be the kind of girl that needs help from a guy. I can deal with this myself. “Not at all.”
He nods and glances back at Caleb. I follow his gaze to find Caleb staring at the two of us, his eyes dark with jealousy. He throws me a venomous look before he turns and walks away, his demeanor spelling trouble. I sigh and drop my forehead to Silas’s chest, enjoying the way he’s holding me.