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CHAPTER 10

I couldn't move. 

My heart was pounding and I was soon overcome by a sickening fear- which didn't help me at all in my state of sickness. 

Cole leaned in, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. My breath was caught in my throat, and I could feel my heart racing. 

After about a minute or so, he pulled away. Smirking. He locked eyes with me, captivating me with his now pitch black eyes. 

"Are you ready?" 

The next thing I know, we are passionately making out against the lockers. He deepened the kiss before I could react, letting his tongue roam the inside of my mouth. I let myself go. Aroused, I threw my arms around his neck, pushing my body closer to his, enjoying the feeling of every plane of his body against mine. 

Then reality hit me. 

Cole was no better than the rest. I mean, he was just going to end up using me. I angrily pulled back, out of breath. 

"What the fuck Christina?!" He asked, snarling

"Stay away from me." I said, sounding surprisingly calm. 

I took a deep breath and stepped around Cole, just as I was about to take another step, a hand gripped my arm. 

"You are not going anywhere." He hissed at me. 

I started seeing black splotches, and the feeling of nausea took over. 

"Go away-" I started. 

Then I passed out. 

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I started waking up, confused and in a daze. I saw lockers as I passed by them. 

Wait what? 

I wasn't walking...

Suddenly I became aware of the strong arms carrying me bridal style through the hallway. I managed to fully open my eyes, only to nearly scream at the sight of Cole Mathews. 

Cole Mathews. 

Surely this couldn't be him.

The real Cole would have just left me in the middle of the hallway, but helping me?

Wait. 

That's it! He is carrying me someplace where no one can hear my screams for help, and then he is going to fucking kill me!

I began screaming. 

This surprised Cole, and he nearly dropped me. He quickly maneuvered me into a new position, and put his large hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. So on instinct....

I bit him. 

Cole yelped and dropping me, staring at his hand with wide eyes. 

"Christina! I was trying to help you!" He yelled at me. 

"Just stay away from me!" I yelled back, scooting away from his towering 6 foot 2 body. 

He groaned in frustration, and reached for me. I quickly backed up, enlarging the distance between us. 

Cole narrowed his eyes at me, and the next thing I know, I was draped over his shoulder. He had one arm wrapped around my waist, leaving his hand on my ass, holding me in place. I angrily began pounding my fists against his back, but my attempts were futile. 

Cole just chuckled and continued walking while I repeatedly attacking his back with my fists. Of course he wouldn't feel a thing, with his toned, muscled back, I could hit him with a car and he still wouldn't be harmed the slightest. 

Before I could yell at him, my feet were placed on the ground. 

"You're coming with me." He said, walking over to his brand new ferrari. 

"No." I snapped stubbornly. 

He walked over to the passenger's side and opened the door. 

"Now isn't the time to be a bitch, Christina." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. 

I couldn't help but admire the way his AMAZING arms flexed. 

"You aren't the boss of me." I stated. 

It wasn't all because I was scared of Cole and didn't want to be near him. Most of it was because of the car. If Cole knew my fear of cars, it wouldn't be long before he would find out about my dad, and then everything would go downhill. 

"Damn it Christina! Get. In. The. Car." He ordered, seething. 

Then I got an idea. 

I should make a break for it. As if reading my thoughts, Cole shook his head as if he was ordering me to not run.

So I ran. 

I just turned and bolted to the forest, for that was my safe place. I was sprinting full speed, surprised that Cole hadn't caught up to me yet. 

I had spoken too soon. 

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist and lifter me effortlessly off the ground. I struggled and thrashed around, hoping to be freed. Cole ignored my attempts and carried me back to the parking lot to where his car was parked. 

Oh shit. 

It has seriously been years since I was in a car. There was no way in hell Cole was going to put me in one. 

My thrashing and struggling intensified. 

All that was utterly pathetic against Cole's strong grip. He flung open the door and threw me inside the passenger's seat. Without saying a word, he reached across me and grabbed the seat buckle. For a moment, I was intoxicated by the wonderful aroma of pine trees and a woodsy scent. After Cole buckled me in, he quickly walked around the car and took his seat. 

Silence. 

My eyes were shut and i had a death like grip on the door and seat. 

"Cole... slow down." I pleaded, my eyes remaining shut. 

"What? Can't handle this?" He mocked me. 

He slowed down a little, then floored it, lurching my body back into the seat. 

I let out a horrified scream and began shaking violently. I was expecting the car to slow down, but when it didn't, I pried my eyes open to see Cole staring straight ahead, ignoring me completely.

"P-P-Please slow down!" I begged.

Not even a glance. If anything , the car sped up, leaving me in a state of pure fear. 

"COLE! Please slow down!" I screamed. My whole body was shaking and I felt like I was about to cry. 

Suddenly, the car came to a screeching stop. 

I looked outside the window, shocked to see that we were in front of Cole's mansion. Without warning, Cole angrily got out of his car, slamming the door forcefully. 

"Out. Now." He ordered. 

I was still shaken, but didn't have it in myself to rebel against him, so I obeyed. I managed to get out of the car- nearly falling over twice in the process. I followed Cole into his house, up the stairs, then froze. 

I was standing at the doorway of his room. 

"Virgin bitch. Get in here." He snapped. 

Cole was leaning against his bed post, glaring daggers at me. I entered his room cautiously, half expecting to set off some crazy ass booby trap and get myself killed. 

After looking around his room, I looked back up at Cole. He was staring at me intently, as if he was having an internal debate about something. 

Cole's eyes were now the normal light blue and he gave me a look over. Instantly I felt nervous and self conscious. 

What if he didn't like the way I looked?

Was it because I was too chubby?

I felt my face flushing. Stop it Christina, I scolded myself, you don't care what Cole thinks of you!

Out of the blue, Cole took several strides forward, until he was standing right in front of me. He stared deeply into my eyes, towering above my 5 foot 4 frame.

He eyes darkened with- lust?

No, it couldn't be... could it?

"Mine." He growled.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I'm not anybodies."

"You are mine." He growled viciously.

Without thinking, I reached out to punch him. I was being fueled by my anger, and I wanted oh so badly to hurt Cole. After all, it would only be payback.

Before my fist could connect with his face, a large hand grasped my wrist yanked it forward, pulling me into Cole's hard, toned, chest. 

Within mere seconds, I was flipped around so that it was now my back against his chest. Cole wrapped one arm around my waist, pinning down my arms in the process. With his free hand, he pushed away the hair by my neck. 

 His hot breath was fanning across my exposed neck, making me shiver against him. 

"You really," He paused, "shouldn't have done that." 

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