Disclaimer: I Don't own Chris Keller or any of the characters from One Tree Hill mentioned in the story below. Except for the main character (who doesn't have a name yet). This is PURELY fiction.
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I angrily shoved past him trying my best not to look up into his eyes and that sinister smirk drawn on his full lips. I reached the door just to hear him say
"Y' know, You have no right to be mad at me for this." He gave me an amused smile and continued "I mean… You were the one who willingly stayed."
I huffed and turned around to face him with a glare that could kill "Yeah right! You know exactly who's fault this is. First Hayley, then Brooke, and now me! Who's next in the line? Peyton? Oh wait you already tried but she blew you off!" I threw the words at him without pausing to breathe in between.
His smile just got bigger and bigger though… reminding me of his massive ego. "I'm so sorry. But I can't help the fact that girls keep swooning for me."
He started walking closer and closer to me as he spoke "but you don't have to compare yourself to them" Word by word, Step by step…
"I just like to bother their boyfriends, but you…" He paused leaning into my ear and whispering "You're special, and just for me." he then planted a soft, light, butterfly kiss on my neck and pulled away just enough to look down straight into my eyes.
It took me about 10 seconds more or less to regain my senses. I immediately stepped away creating distance and shouted "I am NOT you're freakin' groupie! You hear me? I'M NOT YOURS! So back off!"
he just laughed and sat back on his bed saying "Though, I did lure you in with a song…" I was seeing red now
"You're the one who brought on the "I'm Yours" part shows how much you like the idea" He said running his hands through my naturally raven hair. When did he get up and walk so close? I was not the one in control here and it pissed me off!
I slapped his hand away and said "You! You douche bag! Who the hell do you think you are? I HATE YOU." I screamed in frustration while stomping back towards the door. "I hope your guitar slams you in your sleep one day!" I slammed open the door and stepped out, just to go back in to pick up his album CD from his desk with his stupid arrogant face on it and threw it at his real head. He ducked just in time with that smirk still on his goddamn lips.
I leave his place, all the while hearing him laugh at me. I knew it wasn't the last time I heard from him, not only 'cause he (kind of) stalks me, but because I secretly wait for him to. He and I both knew about it. I guess it was something that was just between us. I was his after all…
and Vice Versa…
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