Have No Reason, Pamela Jimenez [the rosie project .TXT] 📗

up my mind yet. First period seemed to only last for a couple of minutes. All the other classes, a couple seconds, and my palms were sweating as I saw the only person in the hallway were me and Alex. She didn't know I was here.
God, I felt like such a creeper. But, I needed to do this. I took in a shaky breath and made my way over to her. She must have heard my silent footsteps because she spun to face me quick and her mouth dropped open in surprise. "What are you doing here?" She whispered to me, looking scared. She looked around the empty hallway, knowing that we were all alone. And that I could do anything I wanted to.
"I came to talk to you." I told her softly, holding up my hands as a sign of peace. She still backed away from me slowly, while shaking her head fast, her mouth mouthing words, but not saying anything. "I won't hurt you," I said to her, trying to reassuring. I reached out to her, trying to keep her in place.
She gasped. "No, get your filthy hands away from me!" She almost shouted, swatting my hands away. My wolf grew mad. Not only was she defying me, but she hit me, when I didn't do anything but trying to help. I unexpectedly growled and she froze as I gripped her upper arms.
"Don't you dare do that again, do you hear me? I overrule you, and you will do what I say." I commanded her and her eyes grew wide. She nodded, but barely, she probably wasn't even aware she was doing it. Then she snapped out it.
She sneered and I surprisingly found that face sexy, it was hard to keep myself from biting my lip. I shook my head and tried to concentrate on my upset mate. "No. Who. The, hell. Do you think you are? Okay, look, don't act like you own me, or know me. Cause you don't. Never have, never will." She spat at me, her temper rising. It was turning me on. I opened my mouth to speak, but she closed her eyes, and held up her hand, stopping me. "And stop acting all tough, saying you'll do whatever you want to me." she finished, stepping inside my space now, and having her mouth hovering right above mine. "Bet you won't," she whispered in my mouth.

That was when I lost it.

I slammed her body into the dark green lockers, that were starting to lose their color. Then I pressed my waiting body into hers. I felt her body. Her real body. Just like my dream... I had to find out. I needed to once not to be blind.

Alex's POV

"Get off me," I spat at him, and he laughed hard. It was evil, and it made me feel weak. Weaker than I already was. He had me pinned up against the lockers with my hands above my head.
He shook his head. "No, I'm gonna find out what you're hiding, once and for all, bitch." He told me, and started to unzip my baggy sweater. No! I thrashed even more, but somehow he got it off me. Now all I was left in my thin tank top. I wasn't fat. I had a four-pack, slim waist, and curves. I also had breasts too big for my petite figure.
I felt a cold breeze on my legs, and I looked down. That motherfucker tore off my sweatpants! Oh, he was lucky I put on some sleeping shorts this morning... "You fucking hoe! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I shouted at him, but I could tell he wasn't listening to me anymore.
That made me even more annoyed at him. First he hunts me down, all the while saying how ugly and fat I am. Now, he can't tear his eyes off of me. I smirked, I could use this to my advantage, I thought... I put my finger under his strong chin, and he met my eyes. I trailed my hands down his arms and stopped at his hips. I heard him take in a quick breath through his teeth. Then I retraced my path, but grazing his thin shirt with my nails. His stomach hardened under my touch.
I felt myself being slid up the lockers again as he growled. His hands were under my thighs and held me up from there. My legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed me fiercely. He moaned as I squeezed him tighter to me. I licked his lower bottom lip and he opened his mouth, and I plunged my tongue deep in his mouth. It's like I wasn't even me. He kissed my neck, sucking, licking, even biting. I groaned and slammed my head back as I ran my hands through his soft silky hair. I felt exposed. I liked it.
His hands went to my sides, drinking in my curves and taking my tank top with him. It was like he wanted us to be closer because his fingers were digging in my skin. I liked that, too. He must have liked it, too because I felt something very manly press into me. I whimpered when he grinded into me forcefully, plunging his tongue deep inside my mouth, practically searching for my tonsils. I needed to stop this...
I pulled away from him, both of us panting heavily, trying to catch our breath. Even though I could tell he was panting harder than I was, he wouldn't stop. He softly kissed my lips once more, then trailed kisses down my jawline and neck, to my chest. His hand groped my breast, and I froze. That was like a splash of cold water to the face. I needed to stop this... now, before I forgot about everything once he started kissing me again.
"Francisco," I breathed out, still panting. He looked up at me, and I froze when I saw the emotion in his eyes. Lust. Passion. And love...? Okay, okay, get out of here, now. "I need to go," I croaked out, and luckily he understood. He let go of me immediately, I bent down to get my backpack. I hung it on one shoulder and ran out of there like hell. Hopefully he wouldn't follow me. I didn't want that... or did I? You're Mine, I'm Not Yours

Francisco's POV

I drove home sullenly, not wanting to leave the place where my new favorite memory took place. Right before she left... It was so perfect. A little intense, but what I can say? Seeing the real her brought fire to places that needed satisfying.

Go back to my mate, Francisco, stop being a baby, go make her happy, make me happy. Now.

My wolf commanded me, and I sighed.

No, I won't touch her again till she's ready, I fought back. Damn animal.

If we don't persuade her, she'll move on and never be ready. What are we going to do then? You know Ivan has his eyes on our little mate.

My wolf growled, it's voice turning taunting at the end. I growled and clenched my hands around the steering wheel to keep myself from killing him. Literally.

No, he wouldn't do that, I argued back, my heart starting to beat hard in my chest. My phone rang, and my body stiffened when I saw who the caller was. Ivan.

Told you so. Now, pick up the phone and tell him she's yours. Do it. Now.

My wolf urged me on, and I nodded, knowing that she was mine and no one else's.

"Hey, Ivan. What's up?" I asked, struggling to keep my tone light. I would soon get my words out.
I heard a click and Ivan spoke softly. "I need a favor, man. Listen, I asked out Alex and she said yes! I really like her, and I need to know the perfect place for a first date. Possibly good enough for her to ask for another?" He questioned, chuckling a little at the end. She said... yes? No, no, this wasn't her fault. She was just trying to be nice.
My wolf took over and said for me, "You will not take her on a date." There was a pause on the other line, then I heard his breath catch. "Francisco, what are-" I cut him off. "She is mine. No one else's. If I catch you looking at her again I will punish you. And you will regret doing it. I give you permission to be her friend, but nothing more, and if there is something more, I will find out." Then I hung up the phone. My wolf was pleased to have sent that punk straight. I, on the other hand, was too busy thinking about Alex. She was lonely. I would change that.

Alex's POV

I was in my room when the phone rang. A small part of me thought it was Francisco. A small part of me wished it was Francisco. It wasn't, and I was oddly disappointed. It was only Ivan. I smiled as I put the phone to my ear. "Hey, Ivan. What's up?"
I heard him gasp a little as he breathed something like, "Francisco said that," I shrugged and let him speak when he was ready. It took a couple minutes. I was about to hang up when I heard a noisy exhale on the other end. "Uh, Alex. I'm sorry but I don't think I'm going to be able to take you on that date," he muttered cursing someones name right after.
"What, why not?" I asked, I wasn't angry or annoyed, I was actually quite relieved. But, I was honestly curious. He answered way too quickly. "Nothing," he muttered softly. "Tell me," I urged. He said no, and we repeated it... over and over again.
"Fine!" He caved and I smiled in triumph. "You're boyfriend

, Francisco and I had a less than pleasant conversation over you today. He told me to stay away. And don't say that, 'that's not what he was implying', because, yes, that's exactly what he was implying. And he made that very clear. We can be friends, but just that, I'm sorry." He said sounded really sad and I pouted. Then I got confused.
Francisco? He didn't have any right messing with my dates! Well, not that this particular 'date' mattered anyway, but... still. I would like to make my own decisions, thank you very much. "Ivan, what exactly did he say to you?" I asked, anxious, desperate to know.
"He said, "she's mine," and, "I give you permission to be her friend, but nothing more," it was really creepy, weird, and I guess a little over protective if you ask me. You guys have only been dating, for what? A week now, I would never do that, so-" I cut him off when I heard him say "You guys have only been dating,"
I shook my head even though he couldn't see it. "Woah, woah, woah. Who said that we were dating? We're