Page 11 of Violent Attraction

“I wasn’t staring. I was simply wondering how someone like you can be in high school.” I flutter my eyelashes at him and gifting him with my sweetest smile that only he gets to see.

There are many sides of me that only a certain few are allowed to see and Santiago is one of those people.

“Someone like me?” He turns his torso slightly to face me, with an eyebrow raised.

C’mon, he can’t be this clueless.

“No eighteen-year-old has the right to look the way you do.” I throw in a wink to tell him exactly what I mean.

“And how do I look?” Santiago closes his locker and turns to face me, arms crossed and body mere inches from mine.

The school issued shirt forms along the lines of his biceps, really making them pop out. Do all boys outside of this douchy school look like this or is it just him?

“Full of muscles and yummy that it makes me want to lick you all over.” Bold? Yes. A necessary statement to say while we are in school? Not really, but I did. I need to get my point across. It’s not like any of my attempts to show that I have feelings for this man have gone as noticed.

“Isabella.” He growls out my name, like he’s mad or something and I absolutely love it.

“What? It's the truth and if you were a lesser man, you would have taken me up on my offer already.”

For the past year and a half, I’ve been making my feeling for him known. Not only to him but also to my brother. They both need to know how I feel and what better way to do that than to show them every chance I get. By me showing Leo, I’m telling him that I don’t care that he feels a certain type of way about me being with his friend if it ever happens.

I’ve done a lot of things since my feelings for Santiago went from a crush to actual feelings. I started doing my make up differently, dressing even more differently whenever I’m outside of my school uniform. I have tried everything that teenage movies tell you to do to get a guy's attention. Nothing has worked so far.

A big part of me thinks that I will only ever be looked at as Leo’s little sister and that is it.

I just wish that he would be straight up and say it if that were the case. Maybe then I would stop my advances.

Sometimes though, Santiago’s actions take me off guard. The smirk he is currently giving me right now is definitely one of those times.

I get lost in the way his eyes are looking at me that I don’t notice that he places a hand on my hip and turns me so that my back is against the lockers. Santiago looks down at me as he places his hands on either side of my face.

What is he doing?

“If I was a lesser man,” He leans in, his mouth so close to my ear. I can’t breathe with how close he is. “I would finally give in to your advances and would hike up this little skirt of yours and find out what kind of panties you are wearing. All for the whole school to see. For them to know that you were mine, just by that small action.”

It’s when his teeth meet my earlobe that I think that I’m in a whole other dimension.

Holy. Shit.

What is happening?

Better yet, what has gotten into him? With all my advances, Santiago has not acted this way towards me. Why else would I think that he only saw me as his friend’s sister?

Did something change between my advances yesterday and the ones from a few minutes ago? Not that I’m complaining but it doesn’t stop me from being curious. Neither do his words.

“Am I? Am I yours?”

Please tell me that I am. Please tell me that I’m yours.

“One day you will be.” It's not a question, it's a promise.

Fuck. Fuck.

What is seriously happening? Did Santiago Reyes really just say that one day I will be his?

Am I dreaming?

I keep my eyes on his and I try to search for anything that will tell me that he’s trying to pull my leg and is messing with me. That he’s just lying to placate a teenage girl.