He did not seem disappointed at all. He was not looking at me at all. Something behind my shoulder him occupied his attention but he still replied cockily "You are missing the opportunity to go to the dance with the best-looking guy in the school."

"And the most humble." I joked before I apologised "I am sorry. It is just not really my thing."

A smirk made its way onto his face as he moved in closer. I was just about to pull away, but he managed to leave a quick kiss on my cheek.

"It is fine, Ella." He assured me "We can do something else another time."

The move was a dead giveaway. I turned around to see what Chase had been looking at or more appropriately who he had been looking at the whole time.

The ginormous eavesdropper was leaning on a wall of lockers a few steps away. His expression was not like anything similar to what I had seen in the past days. He looked mad. Mad was not a strong enough word for it. Livid was probably a better description.

His jaw muscles were tightened, and his hands were clenched. It was predatory and ravening.

Stone did not say anything, but it was enough to make Chase disappear down the corridor. The blonde male was gone when I turned back to face him.

One thing I had learned about Stone was that his muteness was one of the most intimidating things about him. He went quiet and calculating when he was mad.

That is why I never shied away from him. He was never silent around me.

Although if I had received even a quarter of the fury, I had seen a minute ago then I would have run down the corridor too.

His silence was chilling.

There was no point in avoiding him so like a lamb to the slaughterhouse, I loitered over towards him.

His face and dark eyes softened when he seen me making my way to him.

Only slightly because faster than I could say Chase-and-I-were-only-talking, he was dragging the both of us into the closest room to where his lookout spot was.

He lifted me into the janitors closer and slammed the door behind him.

The small, confined space smelt like feet and cleaning chemicals. I had never been in the tiny room. I was not one for a rendezvous in the janitor’s closet.

I did not get a good look around the place. That was due to Stone's large body blocking my view as he caged me against the wall. His two hands went to either side of my head as he neared me.

He was still furious. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his gaze was darkened. His veins bulged in his arms and hands as his jaw ticked in a fast rhythm.

The way he asked his question was more like a demand "What were you doing with him?"