You’re his.

Matt never really liked you, as you were enemies. But, it’s just something about him the screams ‘you’re mine’ in a way. It’s confusing to you, but you’ve never shown a sign of wanting to know, he’ll probably brush it off and call you crazy. You’ll just keep thinking he’s possessive with no answer. So, you never asked. You just brushed it off. Now you have your answer today.

At the entrance of the school, you waited as the gate wasn’t open. You sat on the bench and just got taken away by your train of thought. Until someone called you over. It was a guy with some of his mates. His friends left as you walked over, and the guy was being a flirty bastard. Saying things like— ”Hey, you single? We can change that darlin’ if I have your number.” He said, smirking widely as he thought you’d take the bait. You weren’t gonna deal with him, so you were about to insult him as a really, before someone appeared behind you. The person had wrapped their arms around your waist and had rested them on your hips, keeping a tight grip. They pressed their body to yours, making sure you couldn’t run. And in a low growl, the person spoke. You realised who it was. Matt.

”Shes mine..” He growled, staring daggers at the guy.