Bitch are those happy tears?!

I don't know how many hours or minutes and past till I realized this staring thing was getting weird, so I paid attention to what else had changed since the greek god had shown up.

He hadn't come, some female with French tips had her claws against my man speaking to him. It looked like he was ignoring her which seemed to term this burning jealous rage that was building in me.

Weird.

And yes I called him my man.

The class was still dead silent and it was honestly beginning to freak me out.

"Psst, Lina? What the fuck is going on?"

My attempted whisper turned out to be louder than I thought because every person's head turned to me.

"Amelia, shut up" Her failed whisper response seemed to kick off a chain off events I never saw coming.

No name seemed to not like anyone looking at me, his eyes appeared to darken as he stalked towards me and stopped right at the edge of my table.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" he asked.

Excuse me? Why is his voice so- and where is the damn teacher?

"Um sorry I'm new and I didn't know this was your table," I shrieked jumping up attempting to gather my stuff and make my way to the back. I must have underestimated how close he was or he had moved closer without me noticing because my arm hit into his chest and I froze. The contact caused some static shock but on steroids because I was tingling all over and his head snapped to me like a dog staring at his owner holding some treats.

WTAF!

The next thing I know I was tossed over his shoulder and he was carrying out the room to who knows where.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let me down! Lina! HELP ME WHAT THE FUCK?"

Lina just stared back at me her eyes tearing up. Bitch are those happy tears?!

"I'm calling Jessica!"

What kind of weird shit town is this. A girl is manhandled in broad daylight in a room full of witnesses and no one, not even the so-called teacher intervenes.

We had walked down the hallway and I shrieked my lungs out when I finally realized no one was going to help me. I wish Jay was actually my bodyguard I'm sure he could take him. The wasn't even responding to any of the profanities I threw at him I think I heard him snicker when I threatened to castrate him. On the plus side, he smelt really good and he was even hurting me. My crazy self imagined him stroking my leg in a comforting reassuring way.

Yup. I'm getting kidnapped and I think I trust my kidnapper.

I thought he was taking me out of the building but he turned up a flight of steps down more halls and into and kind of private office room.

He shut the door behind us and placed me down gently and the desk positioning himself in between my legs. At that moment my phone which I managed to grab and hold on to, was in a death grip on my chest, started blowing, and with texts from Jessica and she called.

He held out his hand and not wanting to anger him, I gave it to him. To my surprise, he answered it instead of throwing it against the wall.

"Yeah? She is with me. It's her. You know I won't. Later"

Later?

All the while he kept staring at me not bothering to break I contact even as he hung up and gave me back that phone.

I'd also been staring right back because this was too weird.

He was easily the most beautiful thing, I had ever seen. His eyes had seemed deep brown earlier but now up close and personal I could see gold hazel flakes as they reflected the sun. Hair jet black and he seemed to be about 6"8 towering over my small frame. He had tan-skinned and was wearing dark jeans and a dark long-sleeve tee-shirt with dark times.

"I'm Quade."

Okay then.