C8 Chapter eight

MARCUS'S POV

Her name was Chelsea. It was such a lovely name and it suited her as well.

It was clear that she wanted us to be friends but honestly we could never be friends and I didn't have the time to make friends. I was too busy trying to straighten out my messed up life.

I was too busy dealing with the darkness that I've kept inside me ever since my mother passed away.

I felt like exploding and going on a rampage whenever I saw my father's face.

He deserved to be sentenced to death for what he did to mother and I promise one day I'll make him pay and he'll have to face the law for the murder he committed years ago.

I was full of darkness and she was a ray of light and I would only taint her with my inner demons.

My darkness was contiguous.

She was full of life, bubbly, cheerful and happy while I don't even remember the day I smiled.

It was probably on my seventh birthday when my mother planned a surprise party even if it was just the two of us. I enjoyed the beautiful moment and it was the best day of my life.

The memory only revoked the anger and hatred that I had for my father.

If it was up to me he would have long died the day he was handcuffed and arrested is the day I'm going to finally feel at peace.

I'll make sure he rots in prison for the rest of his life.

Chelsea beamed with a happy smile and stretched out her hand obviously she was expecting me to shake her hand as a sign of friendship.

Our eyes locked in a frenzy and I stared at her in disbelief.

What the heck was wrong with her? Did she get the message?

She gave me that look and I rolled my eyes inwardly she made puppy eyes and pouted her pink cherry lips.

Every muscle inside me twitched but I knew that I had to restrain myself and stay calm.

This girl was already messing with my head and that was a warning sign.

I had to snap out of the spell she had cast on me before it was too late.

I sighed deeply, mirroring my emotions, keeping them at bay. I was on the verge of snapping but I had to keep my cool and restrain myself.

"Look little girl-" before I could finish my statement she gasped in shock and frowned at me.

CHELSEA'S POV

Oh no he didn't.

Did he just call me a little girl?

I stared at him in disbelief and glared at him angrily.

"Excuse me!" I snapped furiously and I released the breath I was holding.

"I am not a little. I'm turning eleven this year. I'm practically a teenager."

He chuckled lightly but his expression still looked the same.

"Yeah I'm sure a teenager like you doesn't act so desperate just to have a single friend."

I gaped at him in utter shock.

He was practically mocking me.

I didn't understand why he was so dark and mysterious and yet he was so ridiculously good looking.

This was so unfair gosh.

Once he noticed my frustration he smiled perfectly showing off his white teeth and I felt like my stomach did a flip.

A single dimple appeared on his right cheek.

No.

If he thought that I was one of those girls who helplessly fell head over heels in love with him just because he was a bad boy then he was definitely in for a very big surprise.

Darn it my body was betraying me yet again why was I responding to his teasing it was utterly stupid of me.

The last thing I wanted was to find myself developing a girly high school crush on him.

I was now entertaining his nonsense.

I raised my hand to hit him but he caught my hand mid air and our eyes locked in a penetrative intense gaze.

For a moment I thought that he was going to kiss me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Chelsea" he warned coldly and my whole body went still paralyzed with fear.

He gripped my arm tightly and I winced but pulled me close to him and I felt his male flesh approximately close to my feverish body.

It felt oddly strange.

"I don't play with little girls like you. You're so small and fragile Chelsea I could easily break you" he whispered harshly in my ear and I flinched away creating some distance between us.

His eyes darkened with a force I couldn't explain or understand and I swallowed hard staring at him with wide eyes.

He was dangerous.

When he saw my reaction he smirked satisfied with himself because he got what he wanted.

A death sentence for messing with the wrong girl.

MARCUS'S POV

I turned my heel and grabbed my basketball. I was about to walk away but her voice stopped me.

"You're mean!" She yelled angrily.

When I met her furious gaze and smirked and she stomped her foot on the ground.

For the first time I felt like smiling this new girl had done wonders in just a few minutes. For a while we just stared at each other absently and I noticed her eyes.

She had forest green that held that special sparkle that could easily spread a smile to one's face.

She had that effect on me.

I was about to walk towards her but she challenged me with her eyes and I stopped.

She was starting a war.

She was being ridiculously childish right now. I was ruthless and cruel but I had my limits and one of them was to never hit a woman.

Because my mother taught me good morals. Maybe deep inside me I still had a heart despite the darkness that was still inside me roaring to be released and set free.

I am many things but I would never hurt a girl physically even if she provokes just like the way Chelsea is doing right now.

I was about to walk away but her voice stopped me again.

I moistened and lips and sighed.

What was this girl's problem?

It was like she was obsessed with me or something. Somehow her throw backs amused me and I relaxed myself.

She was provoking me on purpose. She wanted me to snap and go out of control but I won't give her the satisfaction.

I'll play along and win her at her own game. It takes two to tangle.

I smiled inwardly.

Someone in my league had finally gotten my attention and surprisingly it was a very sassy witty redhead with green fierce eyes that held a dangerous flame.

She might look innocent but she was very dangerous too smart for her own good. I liked her.

I think we would get along just fine especially if we stayed out of each other's way but I had a feeling that it would be difficult to do that especially if she was continuously provoking me like this.

I turned around and our eyes met.

CHELSEA'S POV

It was time for payback. I just wish that could wipe off that silly grin of his right now. I balled my hands into small fists.

But taunting him certainly fed my ego.

My mini me jumped happily and smiled.

I sighed deeply and smirked inwardly.

"Come on babe did you miss me that soon" he teased shamelessly I scoffed and walked away.