5; Mr Green-eyed thief

I walked into school hoping to stay invisible. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, the whispers started.

“There she is.”

“Look, it’s the whore.”

My stomach dropped. I kept my head down still clutching the straps of my bag with my hands. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see the brown-eyed boy from yesterday.

“Hey, girl!” he called. He was leaning against a locker with a smirk on his face. 

“How much for a lap dance in that sexy swimsuit?”

What swimsuit?

My blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?”

He held up his phone, and my heart stopped. My eyes widened as it landed on a video of me. I was in my swimsuit, twirling in front of the mirror, showing off the new suit I’d bought. I’d sent it to my mom. 

“How… how did you get that?” I stammered. My voice was shaking.

The guy laughed. “It’s all over the school blog dummy, so how much?”

I had only sent it to my mom? Who could have done this? My mom can’t do this to me. Then it hit me.

Noah.

Tears burned in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I turned and ran, the laughter and catcalls echoing behind me. I didn’t stop until I reached the swimming pool room. It was empty, thank God.

I slid down against the wall as my legs gave out beneath me. Hot and uncontrollable tears began to run down my cheeks.

How could he do this to me? 

The door creaked open.

I looked up, and my heart stopped.

Noah.

He walked in slowly with his hands in his pockets. He had a deadly smirk on his lips. 

“Oh, Rosalie,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Go to hell, Noah,” I snapped.

Noah’s smirk widened. 

“Not until you give me what I want.”

I glared at him. My hands clenched into fists.

“How did you get the video? From my mom, right?”

Noah shrugged. “Well, let’s just say I certainly wasn’t creeping around in the woods, recording things that aren’t my business.”

I rolled my eyes, letting out a scoff. I pushed myself to my feet, ready to walk away, but Noah grabbed my wrist. His grip was firm.

“I wasn’t done talking to you,” he said. His voice was low and dangerous.

“And I don’t want to talk to you,” I shot back, trying to pull away. “Leave me alone.”

Noah’s grip tightened. “What you want doesn’t matter. Not as long as you have what I want.”

My stomach flipped. I wasn’t ready for this conversation.

“I already told you,” I said, my voice shaking. “I don’t have it.”

Noah’s jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed. 

“And I remember you spitting lies to my face.”

His grip grew tighter, and I winced. “Just give me what I want, and all this ends, Rosalie.”

He said my name again, and for some reason, shivers ran down my spine.

“What ends?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Stalking me? Threatening me? Embarrassing me? What’s next? Murder me?”

Noah’s eyes snapped wide. “What the fuckdid you just say?” He gripped my chin tightly.

I froze. “What?” I asked, pretending not to know what he’s talking about.

“Repeat what the fuck you just said.”

“No.” I said, trying to shove him away, but he didn’t budge.

Noah moved closer, his lips just inches from mine. 

“No? Tell me, Rosalie, do you like getting wet?”

My eyes widened. “What?” 

What the fuck? 

I felt my cheeks flush red. A little smirk plastered on his lips. He brought his lips closer to my ear, brushing it on my earlobe. Heat swirled in my lower belly.

“Of course you do, you naughty girl.”

“You–”

Before I could finish, Noah grabbed me and threw me into the pool.

I hit the water with a splash. The cold shocked me into silence. I surfaced the water, gasping for air. My clothes were already clinging to me.

Noah stood at the edge of the pool with a smirk on his lips. He brushed his thumb across the corner of his mouth. “Nice,” he said before turning and walking away.

I looked down at myself. My clothes were see-through, even worse than yesterday. Anger bubbled up inside me, but I forced myself to stay calm. Thank God I brought a dress with me today. I couldn’t risk anything. I have even started moving with pepper spray, bandages and a knife. Noah is driving me crazy.

I climbed out of the pool, grabbed my bag, and rushed to the locker room. I pulled out the dress I’d packed. It was a  little short, but it was what could fit into my bag with all my books. 

The rest of the day was a blur. The name-calling and whistling followed me everywhere, but I didn’t see Noah again. When the final bell rang, I practically ran home, hoping to avoid him.

I walked through the front door to see my mum pulling her luggage. 

I forgot she was moving the rest of her stuff today.

“Rosalie!” she called, her voice cheerful. “I hope to see you at dinner today! I dunno why you insist on staying here till the rent expires.”

Because my stepbrother is after my life!

I go upstairs to my room, but the door is shut. I don’t remember closing it. I turn the handle and open the door, only to stay frozen to the ground.

My room was a mess. Drawers pulled out, clothes scattered everywhere, my bed overturned. Papers and pens scattered across the room. I looked at the top of the shell where I kept my notebook, it was gone. My eyes landed on a lily flower on the floor. It looked like someone had broken in, searching for something.

“What the…?” I mutter, staring at the mess I know I didn’t leave.

Someone came into my room.

Footsteps are audible behind me, but I’m still in shock.

Someone was looking for something. Who else would look for something?

Noah.

Mom appeared in the doorway. “I—Oh my …”

She glances over my shoulder at the mess in my room.

“What happened here?” she asks. 

Thoughts flash through my mind, and my eyes immediately hone in on the open window with the curtains wafting in the wind. 

“Rosalie?” mom asks, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I turn my head, and say, “I, uh …” I can’t. My throat clamps up. If I tell her, I’ll be somehow implicated. My mom would call the cops. I had such evidence and I did it from the police. And Noah? He would definitely find a way to end me for good with his rich daddy money.

I swallowed hard. “I… I was looking for something,” I lied.

“Sorry.”

“So it was you?” She makes a tsk sound. “Rosa honey, you know you shouldn’t leave your room like this.”

“I know. Sorry, Mom,” I reiterate.

She pats me on the back. “It’s okay, as long as you clean it up.” She adds a smile to make it sting less, but it doesn’t help.

I go inside and pack up some of the papers and pens while she watches, stuffing it back into the drawer. As my mom left, I picked up the flower.

Why’d he leave this? I immediately threw the flower in the trash.

I search around, but my laptop is nowhere to be found. It’s gone, and I know he fucking stole it.

“Fucking green eyed psycho,” I mutter to myself.

Oh this was war. I guess it’s time to pay Mr. Green eyed thief a visit.