"Mine." He growled. My eyes widened. I dismissed the growling sound and ripped away from his grip.
"Yours? I am no one's property!" I yelled, getting angry. He looked surprised for a moment before a hard stare was set on his face.
"You are mine! Understand that?" He said lowly in my ear. A strange feeling was set at the pit of my stomach at his closeness but I stood my ground.
"I belong to no one! Does it look like I have a stamp plastered on my forehead that says 'Property of Nickoli O'Connell'!? I don't think so." I said, getting worked up. He growled again but his eyes were black. Pulling me by my shirt, he backed me up against the lockers.
"Say my name again." He demanded resting his body on mine. I bit my lip from letting out an embarrassing sound.
"Why?" I asked, confused.
"Because you would be saying my name a lot."