His Claim
299 Words
Chapter Six
For a moment, the cafeteria went silent. Forks hovered midair, whispers died on tongues. All eyes were on him.
Sabrina’s smirk faltered, but only for a heartbeat. She tilted her head, batting her lashes as if she could smooth over the tension. “Oh, come on,” she cooed, her nails brushing his arm. “We were just—”
“I said back off.” His voice was sharper this time, edged with something primal that made even Sabrina’s loyal posse take a nervous step back.
My breath hitched. He wasn’t joking. He wasn’t playing. He was… defending me?
But that only made things worse.
Sabrina’s eyes narrowed, her smile twisting into something cruel. “Interesting,” she said slowly, her gaze sliding from him to me. “The playboy actually cares about this one. Why? What’s so special about her?”
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the cafeteria. Heat flooded my face, shame and panic tangling in my chest. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t true, that I didn’t matter to him—but before I could, he stepped closer.
His arm brushed mine as he leaned in, close enough that the entire room could see. His fiery eyes locked on me, and then his voice dropped, rough and deliberate.
“She’s mine.”
The words crashed over me like thunder.
The cafeteria erupted—shocked gasps, outraged whispers, jealous laughter. Sabrina’s face drained of color, then flushed red with fury.
I stood frozen, every nerve in my body on fire. He didn’t mean it. He couldn’t mean it.
But the way his hand lingered at the small of my back, firm and possessive, told a different story.
And as Sabrina stormed away, I realized something terrifying.
He wasn’t going to let me go.
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