YOU THINK SHE'S YOURS

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. I walked hand in hand with my girl to my private locker room, my sweat clinging to my skin as the roar of the crowd in the arena dulled behind us. Opening the door, I let her in first, smirking at the red hue of her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands with a groan. “Lucien….how could you do that?” “Do what?” I asked, feigning oblivion as I smiled at her. She had the cutest look on her face as she marched over to the couch and plopped on it. “You know….that.” She grumbled, folding her hands on her midsection, making me smile again because I knew why I did that. Aside from the fact that my girl is the most beautiful creature in the universe, she was dressed in my clothes. It was like she was sending a message to the fuckers in this school that she was mine and mine alone. Well, everyone in their right minds would know that, but I don’t believe in doing something like this once. Nothing with her was too much. I sometimes felt the need to engrave it into the