She Is Mine

Chapter 42

She Is Mine.

Sage Dominic.

I looked between Lyla and Elijah's girlfriend, and I could tell they were trying hard to keep something from me, but I wasn't interested in whatever they were hiding. I was here for Lyla. And although I was worried for her, I knew that the principal was soon going to put her daughter in line.

When the door closed behind us, leaving Lyla and me in the office, her gaze turned cold.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Dominic.” Her voice was as icy as her demeanor. She straightened her clothes and went behind her desk to sit.

“Lyla…" My voice softened. I didn't know how to apologize. I never apologized, and it was weird to think I was going to do so. “There are things you don't quite understand, and I would rather not drag you into the middle of it all.”

She scoffed and let out a small chuckle. “How can I help you, Mr. Dominic? As you can see, I have a lot of work on my table, and I can't entertain a long conversation with anyone. Do you have questions about my last class? Is there anything you'd want to get clarity on?" Her voice was still as professional as ever as she gestured to the pile of exercise books on her table.

The corners of my mouth lifted in a smile. I made my way towards the table where she sat and sat on the table directly in front of her. She was taken aback for a few seconds, but she quickly regained her composure and shifted away from me.

“Er… Erm..." She cleared her throat, covering how flustered she was at our proximity. “This is an invasion of space, Mr. Dominic. I do not appreciate it.”

I was about to tease her when my fingers came in contact with something that was stuck under her table. My fist closed on it as I pulled it out to examine what it was.

“Why do you have a recorder?” Lyla was the first to notice what it was, and a suspicious look crossed her face.

My mind only settled on one person who was responsible for this. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists in anger, standing up from the chair and stalking out of her office.

What was wrong with this girl? Why couldn't she just stop poking her nose where it wasn't wanted? When would she stop?

I found no signs of her around the corridors since it was recess period, but I spotted Elijah at once.

“Yo, I've been looking for you. You just upped and left.” Elijah frowned as he watched me approaching. I knew he could see the cloud of fury on my face as I neared him, and his brows knitted together in a frown. “What's up? Did you guys have a fight again?”

I slammed the recording pen down so hard on the table that it made him flinch.

“Can you control your whore? Tell her to stop poking her nose where it isn't wanted.” I fumed as I said slowly to him.

He didn't react for a second until his pupils constricted and his eyebrows pinched together.

“You dare to call Sara a whore?” He stood to his full height, which wasn't as tall as me. His threatening stance did not scare me one bit.

“I don't give a damn! But she can be sticking her pens everywhere, except where I frequent. I have warned her mother about her, and I am warning you too about her. This is all because of the little shred of respect I have for both of you. If I face her, believe me, you'll be crying over her coffin at her funeral.”

I almost didn't see his fist swinging my way. It was a close shave, but I still managed to dodge.

“Don't try to trade fists with me. You would lose before the fight even starts.” With that, I walked away. The fury was still burning in my line of sight… until I spotted Lyla at the entrance of the cafeteria, looking at me with a difficult expression on her face.

I averted my gaze from her and was about to walk past her when I heard Elijah coming after her.

“It was you, wasn't it? You pushed him to do this, didn't you?” This was the very first time I heard Elijah furious.

Lyla paled and shook her head as Elijah stalked towards her, the anger blurring his vision as he pushed past some students.

“I don't know what is going on between you two, but it has to—” Lyla was trying to explain when Elijah grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking and pushing her.

“I didn't do anything.” Lyla's voice shook in alarm. The fear in her eyes was something I hated.

If she had to be scared of anything or anyone, it should be me. Not a boy with puny little fingers. No one's hands were fit to touch her because even if she didn't know it, she was my woman. She will be my woman. It didn't matter how long it would take, but I was going to make her mine.

I saw red the minute Elijah's fingers touched her skin. It wasn't difficult to hurl him off her, nor was it hard to throw a series of punches at his face.

“No! Sage, stop this nonsense. Both of you!” Lyla came to our side, but she didn't interfere.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her looking around to the students for help, but no one would dare interrupt the fight. Elijah was fighting back fiercely, but he was no match for me. I was a black belt holder in karate, and I knew other fighting techniques from other martial arts.

After a while, he gave up, breathing so hard while I hadn't even broken a sweat.

“The next time you put a finger on Lyla…" I hissed into his ears, “I would damn the relationship between our fathers and make you suffer.”

I stood up from his body, satisfied with the bloody mess on his face. His brown hair was matted with blood as it stuck to his forehead.

“You're making a big mistake with that woman.” He spat out a mouthful of blood as he winced in pain. “She will ruin you, Sage. She is a teacher for goodness sake! And she is married! Stop this madness now.”

I folded my fist and gave him one last punch, watching his head and body slump back into the floor. “And never speak about her to me again!”