I’M NOT HIS GIRL

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

I’M NOT HIS GIRL

I marched towards them, my anger clearly showing on my face because why should I bother to hide it?

Give me a reason

See ? there's none.

“Get your whore out of my chair.” I said defiantly to Kieran as soon as I got there, hands crossing over each other and putting my weight on one leg.

“I don’t see your name on it.” He raises a brow, and I wanted to rip out every single jet black hair on it.

“We can play this game and see how this ends. I always win this argument.” I say smugly because I always do in fact. I don’t care if it’s childish, but it’s mine and mine only and I was going to maintain that rule.

“By running to go and tell? What are you, Eight?” He laughs. It’s the sarcastic one, not the real one he was giving her earlier.

I huff and face the girl.

“You must be deaf. Get your ass out of my chair, cunt.” I snarled at her

“Kieran says I can stay.” She pouts as she says, lowering her eyes. Kieran might think her coy act is cute and all, but I’m totally not having it.

She’s getting bolder each day because of him.

“Oh did he?” I smile and pick up my phone to call security.

I begin dialing their number but Kieran snatches it out of my hand in an instant.

“Hey, give it back.” I reach for it but he lifts it up and out of my reach. I hate his stupid height.

“How about you fight your own battles and stop dragging others into this? Don’t you have other tactics apart from calling authority figures?” he mocked

“Oh I do.” I smile happy that we’ve taken this route instead. I’d enjoy this better.

“Kieran kissed me on Thursday. He cheated on you with me. So while you’re....” I began ratting him out to her.

“Good for you, bro. She’s hot.” She whistles

I open my mouth in shock. This wasn’t the reaction I expected.

Why wasn’t she angry and why was she calling him bro…

“ohh” I whisper as realization sinks in.

“Yeah ohh..” She laughs

I look at the pride bikini she’s wearing. She’s basically saying it out loud but I was still blinded by anger to notice.

She’s a lesbian. They are just friends and of course he’s treating her like a proper human being but me? Yeah no.

The short relief is back to anger.

“So you guys kissed? I thought you hated each other.” She asks with a frown..

“No, we didn’t. I just made it up to annoy you.” I laughed awkwardly and tried to back pedal... realizing I’d set myself up.

What if people at school heard? It’ll just come out that I was whoring myself out to Kieran or some bull shit like that. I know that because I used to do it myself, twist information like that to hurt people.

“Yeah. I kissed her.” He admits and I really do want to rip his head off.

“So a hate kiss? I hear those are the best,” Tatum commented. .

“Kind of. Was it your best, Aali?” Kieran asks, and the smug smile he wore says he knows that I know his kiss was better, but it doesn’t count because I’ve only kissed him and one other guy..

Andrew Marin and him, Kieran Castles.

“It was.. We didn’t kiss okay ? Stop lying.” I lie to his face, refusing to admit it with an audience around.

“You keep trying to deny the kiss so bad I might beg to differ and say you really enjoyed it.”

Kieran says to me but I ignore the comment refusing to dignify it with an answer. I change the topic instead.

“Since when did you guys become friends?” I raise a brow.

“It’s recently. We have a lot in common so we just kicked off.” Tatum says as she winks at Kieran as if she’s sharing some secret.

What does that even mean? She was being vague.

“Just get up from my chair.” I motion her off it.

Just because she’s a lesbian and ‘just friends’ with Kieran doesn’t mean I’d give her a free pass. This was the second time she was in my seat.

That’s right. I’m still a possessive bitch.

“Okay, Kieran’s girl.” She smirks as she moves onto an empty one and my heart flutters at being called his girl.

“I’m not his girl.” I lash out at her.

But you wish you were huh?

Ugh shut up intrusive thoughts

“Jeez, okay.” She says and moves.

I turn to leave but Kieran grabs my hand and an electric feeling zooms through my body, licking my skin with scorching heat and reminding me of the euphoria I experienced in his hands .

I jerk my hand back quickly, swallowing visibly and he eyed my throat. I needed a cold shower and a slap to wake me up.

“What?” I scowled at him, wanting to unleash my anger I felt towards myself for still wanting him despite everything.

“Why are you so jumpy? “ He walks towards me till we are almost touching but we are not.

One sway is all it’ll take so my breasts are pressed into his chest.

Maybe I should test that..? I should just move a bit to the..

Nope

“I want my jacket. I didn’t really peg you as the type who keeps clothes as souvenirs.” He teases.

“Trust me, it’s not a souvenir. I forgot to throw it into the trash can. Where did you get it? The thrift section for free ninety-nine?” Yep, my bitchy was out today and there’s no sign of it going back soon.

“No, my dad had it made and customized in Japan for me on a work trip. You wouldn’t know since you only wear fast fashion. My pen drive is in the jacket. Go get it for me.” He motions me with a grab of my shoulders, steering me forward and giving me no chance for a come back.

Wait, did my jealousy ease because I knew she and Kieran were just friends or what ? What did this mean?

I go into the house and see Mom and dad are watching TV.

They took the day off.

Good for them.

“How was school sweetie?”

“Its fine mom. What are you guys watching?” I ask

“It’s some documentary on forest animals. Your dad is so invested and is forcing me to watch it whilst I could be having a facial at the spa right now.”

We both laugh, because dad was obsessed with this documentaries.

“I need to get something from my room.” I announce and go upstairs.

Wait a minute.

I pause in my tracks.

Did Kieran just command me? And then I obeyed like one of his lap dogs?

Damn his commanding voice.

I’ll make sure to call him something really offensive to get back at him.

I search in the jacket pocket and find the pen drive.

I’m about to go down when something catches my eye.

Kieran is holding Tatum by the hair and kissing her the exact same way he kissed me.