You guys know who's POV it is... But if you don't, it's Trus.

He grabbed my wrist lightly, and guided me to the bathroom.

We entered, and thankfully, no one was in there. He set me next to the sink before grabbing a napkin and getting it wet.

He gently and lovingly grabbed my knuckles, wiping off the blood. I hiss. He looks up at me.

I smile for him to continue. He does. I continue to look at him. I've never really noticed what he looked like.

He has jet black, soft hair, grey eyes, amazing cheekbones, a jaw line that could cut me in two, eyebrows with an impeccable arch, nice plump lips, tattoos up his neck and down his arms, and he was about 6'3. (A:N; you can't tell me he don't sound like one sexy ass mother fucker. Mmm.)

"All done. Damn, you punched that locker good." He says, throwing out the paper towel.

I chuckle, looking at the ground. "You can come over later and I'll wrap your knuckles, okay?"

"No." I quickly say, looking up at him. His eyebrow arches.

"Why not? I'm not gonna kill you." He says, chuckling to himself as though it was some sort of inside joke.

"No, I've just got two kids to pick up, dinner to make, homework to do, and then work." I say.

"Kids?!" His eyes showed complete shock.

I cross my arms and narrowed my eyes. "They're my sister's." Coldly. "I'm not an easy, 17 year old, whore with two kids."

"I never thought that. It was just a shock that a 17 year old has to take care of two kids, go to school, and a job." His eyes softening.

I sigh. "C-Can I hug you?" He suddenly asks.

Looking at him, I think.

Stupid thing to think about, right?

Not for me.

Biting my lip, I go up to him and hug him. His arms wrap around my waist and mine go around his neck, even though he's about a foot taller than me.

His cheek goes to the side of my head. Closing my eyes, I rest my head on his chest.

"You're mine." He mumbles.

Backing up, I look at him. "Excuse me?"

"You're mine. No one else's. No guys no one. I'm the only man you'll need. I'll give you any and everything you need." Pulling me back to his chest and tightening his hold on me.

"Look, bro, I'm perfectly capable of providing for myself. I don't need a 'man'."

"I don't care. You're mine and I'm yours. So-"

"Im not yours! And you're not mine! Wouldn't your girlfriend be pissed?!?"
"She's not my girlfriend. You are. And I'm yours one hundred percent. And you're mine." He states calmly.

"Whoa! Slow down buddy! I'm not your girlfriend!"

"Why not?" He looks down at me questioningly.

"Because!" I respond, finally pushing him away.

He looks at me. Slowly, he makes his way towards me. I don't back up. He grabs my hips, and moves me back slowly, so I'm against the sink.

I look up at him.

"You're. Mine. End of discussion. I'll follow you home after school, you'll drop your bike off, and I'll take you to pick up your kids." He says.

"Actually, mister-I-think-I-can-control-everyones-life-because-I'm-an-undeniable-ass, your car doesnt have car seats. Also, I don't like you." I say.

"To. Bad. Do you have another car?" I nod. "I'll drive it." With that, he walks out and leaves.

I groan.

"Fuck school!!!" I say, deciding to ditch school.

After grabbing my stuff from my locker, I walk out and find the exit. doors.

I hop on my bike, and speed away.

When I reach my house, I hop off, grab my car, and go pick up Britt.

As I enter, I walk in and up to the counter. The guy up front, Craig, face lights up. He's really nice and really cool.

"Hey Tru! Picking up Britt early?" He asks, still smiling.

"Yep." Nodding.

"Awesome. I'll go get her!" He says, rushing off to the back.

I stand there and wait. He comes back with her in his arms. He cradles her to his chest. So cute!

I've always found it attractive if a guy can take care of a baby. I don't know why, but I do.

Smiling, I look at them. "Here ya go. I'll go get her bag and seat."

"Thank you, Craig." Holding Britt to my chest. He comes back and gives me her stuff.

"Shouldn't you still be in school?" Leaning over the counter that separates us, looking up at me as I put Britt in her seat.

"Decided to leave." Shrugging.

"Why?"

"Because this guy was being an ass." Rolling my eyes.

"Who and how?" Leaning on his hand, smiling at me.

"Dante. I can't remember his last name, but I think, it's something with a K. But, anyways, he was calling me his, and just being an ass point blank." After strapping her in.

"D-Dante King?!" His eyes widened.

"Yes. Why?" Questioningly.

He mumbled something inaudible. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He shook his head and stood. "Have a good day." He smiled and walked off.

I exited and put Britt in the back seat. After I got in the front seat, I drove away.

My house came into view, except with a car in front of it. I pulled up and parked, and can you guess who was standing next to the car?

Can you?

I mean, can you really?

Are you smarter than a fifth grader? (A.N: probably not, seeing as I just tried to spell fifth like fith.)

If you are, then you know it's the one and only asshole............................. Dante King.

Yay.

(Does the Explorer voice) Did you catch the sarcasm?.............. Where?

I got out and shut the door. Walking around, I opened the door and unbuckled Britt and grabbed her bag.

Dante came up and stood next to me, on the other side of the door.

"Where'd you go?" He asked, hushed slightly, but the sternness was there in his voice.

"Now if your business." Walking up the stairs.

"Anything involving you, is my business." Following me.

"No it's not." I say, opening my front door. Britt started to squirm in my arm.

Immediately, I stopped and looked down at her. She was waking up, and looked upset.

I readjust her on my arm, so she is facing my shoulder, rather than my ribcage.

She calmed back down and her eyes fluttered close. "She okay?" He asks.

Nodding, I head inside and try to shut my door but he stops it. Not having time for it, I groan and let him in.

I put away Britts stuff down and set her on the couch.

Heading for the kitchen, I set my keys down and go to make her a bottle.

Suddenly, a set of arms wrap around my waist. "Do you know how sexy you look carrying a baby?" Dante asks from behind me.

"Let me go." I say. Somehow, he manages to pull me closer.

"No. Someday-" he says.

"I don't care about someday." Cutting him short.

"Sh. Someday, that's going to be out baby in your arms." He kisses my neck. "Someday, that'll be our beautiful baby girl, with your eyes, my hair, and our face structure." He kisses my neck during every detail.

My head leaned to the side giving him more access, because....... I don't know why.

"Someday," he kisses my neck again, "your going to be known as, 'Tru King.'" another kiss, "My Princess." Another, "My Queen." Another, "My beautiful, Angel." He kisses my neck again, this time, keeping his lips there.

"But, well start slow. Just like I promised. You'll be my girlfriend, then my lover, then my wife, then-"

"You better not say baby momma, because I will cut your balls off." Breathlessly.

"I was gonna say my forever." He kisses my neck before turning my head and making me look in his eyes. They held so much seriousness and promise, in those beautiful grey eyes.

"But it seems like you already are."

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Hey!

Damn, I haven't updated in a while, and damn, no matter how much I don't wanna say it, Dante's got game.

Lol.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

If you didn't, congratulations!

⚠IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ!⚠
And the reason I haven't updated, is because I have bi-polar disorder, and, Im not medicated.

But, for the past couple of days, I've been up and down. Like, I'm either really really manic, or I'm really fucking depressed.

A lot of it though, I was very pissed, and punching things, for no reason.

So I haven't been thinking straight.

I know, it's really not an excuse or even a remotely good reason, sorry.

Anyways,

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And don't punch things. Your knuckles will split, bleed, and hurt like a mofo.

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