CLAIMED - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Bella
"Look, I didn't see him like that ok?" the girl said completely frustrated with Alis interrogation.
"What do you mean? Do you wear glasses normally?" he spat back, as I stretched out my hand to rub circles in his back. The girl pounded her hand on the table. "Look, I am really not in the mood. First a stupid guy comes to buy all the pictures. How can he do that?! We need some for our project too" she explains as she looks at James, who nods at her to show agreement. "And then he brings this scary guy whose name apparently is Scar who threatens me for the picture. And guess what, he actually has a scar. If I didn't know better, I would say that he belongs in a prison" she says in a breath as my heart starts to slam harder against my chest. If my heart could run, it would do that RIGHT NOW.
Tears starts to form in my eyes as I look away to wipe them away hurriedly. James looks at me with worry as he closes the gap between us by hugging me tightly. I cry harder against his chest as he continues to console me. I don't even know if it is reasonable to cry about this. Where are my balls?! The talk with Ali has made my mind think of the worst-case scenarios and now my imagination is playing with my mind. McDonalds is still packed, and I can see several heads turn to us. I bury myself deeper in his chest trying to escape the glances and James takes that as an indication to leave as he holds my hand and follows me to his car.
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"You sure you want to be alone?" Ali asks as he turns around from the passenger seat. I nod, not being able to say something. My eyes are puffy from crying and my nose completely red. I take out my iPhone and open the camera to look at myself. I groan at my own reflection as I hear James laugh loudly. I join him and laugh, tears streaming from my eyes. Why am I like this?! I am probably going to get my period soon. I am acting like a mad woman.
After another session of crying and consoling, I lock the door behind me as I enter my cozy apartment. I walk in the living room after taking of my shoes and slam myself on the sofa. Suddenly I hear a noise coming from my kitchen. Fuck! I take the first weapon I can find nearby. An umbrella! It will have to do.
I creep up to my kitchen and poke my head from behind the wall as I see a man with his back against me. He is holding my coffee machine and shaking it as if he is going to break it any minute. Please don't break it, I am a poor university student!
"I have heard that one usually serves the guest. Not the way around" he says without turning around.
"A guest is one who comes with invitation" I say confidently. The last thing I will do is to be weak in front of him. I walk towards him as I take the machine in my hands and start preparing two cups of coffee. I can feel him stare at me, but I play oblivious to his stare as I stride along my kitchen. Am I making coffee for a mafia who is stalking me?!
"Here" I say as I slam his mug on the counter hard, trying to relieve my anger one way or another.
"You have been crying" he states taking a sip from his drink. I watch as he closes his eyes as he swallows. The moment doesn't last long before he looks up at me again.
"Did you buy the pictures?" I ask looking straight up at him. He looks around my apartment before coming back to where I am standing and slamming an envelope on the counter. I hiss from the voice, as I see him tighten his fists. I open the envelope, still looking at him, and look down. My breath hitches in my throat as I hold pictures of me hugging James from McDonalds are in my hands. A shiver runs through my spine as I realization hits me; This guy is a proper stalker!
"Didn't I tell you that you were mine, Bella?" he asks leaning forward.
"No, you did?" I look up to see anger in his eyes as he clutches to the chair on his side. His knuckles completely white. I lift my chin as I stand up to his tall frame looking up. He is too tall, ok? I am trying.
"Don't play with me, Bella. You are mine and I will NEVER receive pictures like these again. Understand?" he says though gritted teeth.
"You should stop doing that before your teeth fall of" I say as I sniffle, new tears about to form in my eyes.
"Answer me, for gods sake! I do not repeat myself. No guys other than me, ok?" says slower and huskier. I am about to point out that he repeated himself right now, but I decide otherwise. Instead I say; "if you won't answer my question, then I won't answer yours", tapping my foot stubbornly. He clenches his eyes shut as he rubs his forehead.
"Yes" he says after a loud sigh.
"what?" I whisper, too afraid to confirm his admission.
"Yes, to your question, Honey" he says emphasizing his last word. Honey, oh!
He raises his eyebrows to hear my answer. I take a step back looking at him confidently. He is not playing me like a doll, Honey.
"No"
"What" he says as he holds my waist pushing me to his chest. I put my hands on his chest to create space between us.
"No, to your question, Black coffee man" I say proudly.
That feeling doesn't last long before I hear keys and the lock before my apartment door is opened again by none other than my two dumbfounded friends.
"Hi" James waves.
OMG.