Chapter 7: New Rules | 2

Carter suddenly smashed his lips down onto mine hungrily and I hummed into the kiss and shifted my head to the side which allowed him to kiss down my jawline and onto my neck.

I ran my hands through his hair and settled them onto his shoulder, preparing to push him away. "Carter what are we doing?". He drew his head back and I couldn't see his face in the dark, but I could literally feel the smirk on his face as he responded.

"What do you think I'm doing, Arabella?"

I knew it. Per usual, everyone thought I was easy. Maybe it's because that's the impression I gave off, but no one really wanted me for me. They only wanted me for what they were being told. But who was I to complain? I was the one who led him on tonight. God, I'm so stupid.

"Why though?" I asked, dreading the answer that would escape his lips. If it wasn't what I thought it was, then maybe I'd stay here with him and see where the night takes us.

And if it's what I do think it is, then I'm out. "You were quite the catch in high school, no?"

I clenched my jaw tightly and gave him a tight fake smile. Just like I thought. Before I could decline any further actions, the door suddenly burst open and in stepped a tall figure. Before I could scream at the top of my lungs Carter's body was ripped away from mine. I watched in horror as he fell back onto the floor with a thud and he loudly hissed in pain.

"What the hell dude!" I shouted in anger as I rushed towards Carter. Before I could proceed to actually helping the guy, a hand was clasped around my thighs and whoever it was hoisted me off the floor and slung me over their shoulder.

"Hey you asshole put me down before I scream bloody Mary!" I shouted in anger as I thrashed against their body. I glanced down at the familiar black combat boots and frowned deeply when I realized who the person was, I pieced two and two together, the scowl, clenched jaw and fist, barging into a room and kidnapping the girl who else could it be?

"Put me down, Tyler!"

He didn't respond but instead walked down the stairs and stumbled through the drunken horny teens and down the other flight of stairs that led to the fully blown party. With a few shoves and foul words and also a few curious glances. He made his way out the door with me still slung over his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?!" I screeched when we made our way to the sidewalk.

He placed me onto my feet and only now I could see the angry expression that was plastered on his face. Nothing gave off that he was in the mood for jokes, and that just made me even more angry. He looked fairly dangerous, and I took a step back to examine how hostile his face appeared. This was unquestionably a step away from the goofy and pompous Tyler Hart I've grown to know. Who was this guy?

"What the hell was that for. Why d'you push him and kidnap me!" I bellowed out in anger, my chest heaving rapidly as I glared at him. He rolled his eyes and grabbed onto my wrist before tugging me forward. "Let go of me, Tyler. What the hell was that for!?"

"What the hell don't you understand from these simple words. You. are. mine." I stopped dead in my tracks when he snapped his head towards me. My lips fell into a frown as his words registered in my head. I scoffed, chuckling bitterly.

Did he just say what I think he said.

"Excuse me?"

He scowled deeply, his eyes drooping low in a death glare as he stared back at me. The expression on his face mirrored an animal ready to pounce at its prey, and currently I was the prey. "What were you going to do with that fool upstairs, Arabella!?"

"Excuse me? Last time I recalled we weren't a happily married couple, Tyler. I owe no explanation to you!"

He chuckled humorlessly and shook his head vigorously as he clenched down onto his lips angrily, no doubt trying to suppress his urge to punch through a wall. "You were going to sleep with him, weren't you?" He scoffed in disbelief.

A pang of hurt erupted in my chest and all I wanted to do was burst into a fit of tears, why? Maybe because a part of him is right and maybe because he thought so lowly of me. Well, what do you expect Arabella, you're the one who went to his house and seduced him weren't you?

Pathetic.

Maybe he was right or maybe not, but coming from him it stung like a bitch. "Screw you, Tyler," I spat coldly. He smirked, and I knew something dirty was swirling through his mind, but he didn't say anything and a ghost of a smirk was soon replaced by a scowl.

"You are mine Arabella Smith, you belong to Tyler Hart, understand!?" He growled loudly as he pointed his finger threateningly at me. I pursed my lips in a thin line and scowled. His demanding kinda turned me on, but he didn't need to know that.

"So What!? because we slept together once means that you own me?!" I asked, raising my hands before me exasperatedly, which resulted in him grumbling impatiently. "I'm not one of your sex toys, Tyler. Go pimp out one of your bimbos, but not me."

I spun around to make my way back to the party, but he gripped my hand and pulled me back into his chest. He placed one hand on the small of my back and the other on my cheek. I could feel his rather cold fingertips trace my skin ever so softly. His minty breath fanning my face and that conflicted and puppy dog look still etched on his handsome face.

This time he didn't look cocky or Angry. His face just held sympathy, guilt and something else that I couldn't decipher. "Bella you're different from all these other girls. They're just girls, believe me, but you. . .you're different."

I was lost for words, and I was completely lost in his chocolate pool of brown eyes. They were soft and warm, inviting, nothing but sparks of different emotions swirled through them and I, almost. . .almost fell for it.

"Spend the night with me and I'll prove to you that you aren't one of them." He whispered as he tightened his grip on me, his voice and actions screaming desperation as his eyes pleaded with mine silently.

I shook my head lightly and clasped my hands over his hand and slowly peeled it away from my cheek. "I'm not the same girl I was when you ruined me, Tyler. I have new rules and you gotta count em."

With a victorious smirk to my reference on New Rules by my favourite artist. I spun around on my heels, but not before taking a glimpse of his dumbfounded expression.

That's right, Tyler Hart.

Count them slowly .