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CHAPTER TWO

MALAKAI

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As I sprint down the field, the cheers of my teammates grow louder. This is the first football practice of the semester, and my heart is racing with excitement. 

I grasp the football tightly, but in an instant, a crushing tackle sends my body flying against the ground. 

The impact causes a cry of pain to escape my mouth, I look up to see my opponent, and it is none other than Pierce. 

Something about his arrogant stance pisses me off, the glint in his dark gaze tells me that he's mocking me. 

"Malakai, come on!" I can hear my teammates cheering. 

Despite the pain and shock, my fingers instinctively tighten around the ball, there is no way I'm going to lose to him.  

Lana is currently watching, if I want her to be impressed by me, I have to do more than this... I try to stand but Pierce suddenly jumps on top of me, the force of his weight flattening me to the ground, snatching the breath out of my lungs. 

I cannot move, not even an inch. He is simply too strong; he is much bigger than me, and his bulging muscles aren't for show. 

"What's a twink like you doing on the field, huh?" He sneers in my ears. He is too close; our bodies are pressing tightly against each other, the heat emanating from his body seeping into mine!

This position is...

Humiliating!

He can just easily collect the ball from me, but he seems to rather enjoy toying with me as his large hands press my shoulder, forcing my face further into the ground, my body is trapped between his thighs. 

"You enjoy being dominated like this, preacher boy?" His taunts ring in my ears. 

If I didn't already hate him, I certainly despise him enough now.

And is it my imagination, or is his thigh slowly grinding against my ass___? 

No!

Is he excited? 

Then why do I feel something hard poking...

"Let go!" I spit, but his grip only tightens, chuckling at my futile struggles.

He's a retard!

Is he being like this because I'm suddenly closer to Lana?

The referee blows the whistle, and much to my relief, the rest of our teammates rush towards us, and Pierce instantly lets go; I glare at him angrily as he extends a hand towards me. 

"I'm just trying to help, can you stand?" He says smirking.

I ignore his extended hands as Tate helps me to my feet. 

"You look terrible; you better visit the nurse's office; I'll escort you."

Tate leads me out of the pitch. Something prompts me to look back, and I instantly regret it.  

My eyes clash against Pierce's, he's staring at me so intently that my legs falter a bit, what is that look for?

I suddenly feel like an endangered species in this instant; the intensity of his gaze burns deeply through my skin like a hot rod of steel. 

I can only interpret it as hate, Perhaps he does loathe me more than I dislike him.

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"How did you offend him? Anyone will think that he's marked you!" Tate says, staring at my bruised shoulders, which bear Pierce's hand imprint. 

I wince at the reddish sight and curse my pale, sensitive skin.

"Don't speak nonsense, he's completely nuts," I say, anger flushing through me as I recall how he'd humiliated me. Sure, I wasn't Mr. Muscular, but I certainly am no twink!

I'm not that tall and stand currently at 5'7 at Eighteen years old; Pierce already stands over 6'2. I also don't have muscles compared to him when it comes to bodily hairs too...

Wait! 

Am I getting insecure and comparing myself to that bastard?

"Sorry, I have to return the practice," Tate says, glancing at the wall clock.

He leaves, and I stand from the nurse's bed. Everybody has either left or is watching the practice, this is the best opportunity for me!

I return to the empty classroom and head straight to Lana's bag, I search through it for some seconds, wondering what to steal this time. 

I gaze at her handkerchief and quickly stuff it into my pocket. My heart spikes, and I'm getting excited again.

I grab one of her notebooks as well, and a smile slowly makes its way to my lips, I can't wait to be her knight in shining armour when I return it to her. 

I leave the classroom, the crowded hallway tells me that the game is already over. My eyes locate Lana instantly, and my smile freezes in place.

She is standing in front of Pierce. 

On her hand is a bottle of water which she extends towards him. She is gazing at him with a soft smile, the betrayal I feel in this instant is blinding, I can taste it at the back of my throat, and it's fucking bitter. 

My icy eyes continue to glare at Pierce, and as though he can feel my heated gaze, he suddenly turns, and our gazes lock. 

One of his brows quirks challengingly; he is once again mocking me as he accepts the water from Lana and opens it. He starts to gulp it down while his gaze remains fixated on me. 

With Pierce's good look and height, and adding to the fact that his family is filthy rich and powerful, he's every girl's dream; Lana will most certainly fall for his type; it's clear that I stand no chance against him.

They haven't announced that they are dating yet, but then again, Pierce didn't do relationship stuff; I've heard enough rumours to know that he merely fuck girls and dumps them; he changes girls weekly, and sometimes even less than that.

He suddenly leans, his mouth squelching against hers in a kiss that sent my blood roaring in my ears, he continues to kiss her passionately, grabbing her ass and pulling her against him.

My whole body vibrated with raw anger... And jealously. 

I want to kill him!

My blood pulsates with the murderous intention.

And the bastard is grinning at me as though daring me to act. 

I badly want to snatch Lana from his arms, but I know I will only end up making a fool of myself. So I stand there, watching and enduring, knowing it should be me holding Lana like that, and not him!

There is nothing good about Pierce... I can love Lana more. I can treat her better. 

I will cherish her way more than him!

I can't let him use her and crush her as he does to the other girls he sleeps with. I have to protect her, it's the only way I can trulyprove my love for her. 

I'm going to keep Pierce Masterson far away from her.

At any cost.

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