your enemy is always finding a way to touch you. whether it's poking you in the cheeks, or fisting in your hair in the back of your head. sometimes, just to make you miserable, whenever you're talking to a guy, he always "stakes his claim." even if he says he has no interest in you. youre talking to this cute blonde guy, captain of the rugby team. he grabs your arm, "hey, are you free friday night?" "I-" but you're suddenly being pulled back into a chest. hard, strong arms wraps around your midsection. "Actually, she's busy with me." his annoying deep voice rolls. you look back to see his jaw clenched, eyes glaring at the guy.