His tone changed from serious to flirty as his eyes flicked over my shoulder again "My house straight after school? I would have done later but I am going to the beach tonight—"

I should have known who was standing behind me by the huge shadow cast on the lockers and the chill that went down my spine at his presence.

The temperature had risen significantly at his arrival and his fury.

Turning around, I faced the giant bulldozer of a man who lurked behind me.

Stone's face was completely emotionless, yet the stance of his large form gave away that he was furious. His anger was not directed towards me, however. His eyes flicked over the blonde quarterback while the veins in his neck bulged in an angry rhythm.

The scowl had to have been his scariest yet. It had the capability of making the devil cower before him.

Even I was a little taken aback by how petrifying he looked.

Chase did not address the murderous one and instead spoke to me "I will see you tonight."

The ground shook for a split second as Stone neared him and gnarled "No. You fucking won't."

The jock laughed at him before he swaggered away. He seemed to walk away a little faster than normal which was probably because of the dark pair of eyes watching him as if they were about to incinerate him.

Stone slowly turned his head until our gazes locked. The dark emotion still swirled around in his irises as he stole a step of the distance between us.

Unlike the way he looked at Chase like he wanted to snap his neck, the heated wrath changed when he peered at me. He still appeared seething, and he looked down upon me as if he wanted to tie me to his bed and leave me there to rot.

I was trapped by his gaze, and I did not move. Even if the best plan was to break out into a supersonic run.

We took turns taking a step. He took a step towards me, and I took a step back away from him.

When my back hit the locker was when he prowled. His body pressed against mine and both of his hands slammed up until they were at each side of my head.

His head lowered until his warm breath tickled my neck, leaving me entrapped and vulnerable.

I eventually had no choice but to meet his pitch-black eyes.

"Hi, Lurch." I greeted him, pretending as if I did not feel him everywhere.

"You are not going to his house." He growled, not bothering with pleasantries.

Crossing my arms, I challenged "Oh really?"

His response was to lean closer and harshly whisper "I think you are just meeting him to piss me off."

"I think you are giving yourself far too much credit for my decision making." I rebutted "I don't make choices and keep you in the front of mind as I do so."