The Alpha and His Possession

Chapter Three

" I'm not antisocial. I'm pro leave me the f**k alone. "                                                           -unknown

FINNICK GREEN

Again, I didn't literally pee myself because that would be embarrassing but I will admit that I was close to throwing up. Being this close to him was not good for my health. His smell was intoxicating and his eyes were as blue as The Atlantic Ocean and it didn't help that his focus was on me. I felt self conscious with how deeply he was staring at me but my stomach stirred at the same time. 

Say something! But what would I say? I gulped slowly and I caught on to his eyes darting to my throat and watching the movement. I awkwardly averted my eyes, feeling suffocated and overwhelmed by him. 

"I-I'm sorry," I squeaked out.

 He didn't say anything and I felt my cheeks redden. Was what I said that dumb? I groaned internally. Why do you even care, Finnick? I sighed. I looked at his fist that lay by his side and my chest constricts with a large amount of concern. 

I become alert as my eyes dart up when I hear footsteps of him walking away from me. I panic and knowing how unlike me this is, I rush after him. Catching up to him, I stand in front of him huffing out of breath with a red face. It wasn't that I was out of shape, he was just tall which meant he took longer and easier strides when he walked. Definitely not out of shape. 

He stands there and I quickly feel smaller than him with how tall and intimidating he is. I didn't know what to say and looking up I saw his face was hardened with annoyance and I clammed up. My face turning a shade of pink and I begin to slap myself for running after him for no reason. Why are you like this Finnick? 

Shaking my head, I jerk my hand out and point my finger at his fist. His expression never changed. 

"Y-your knuckles," I say meekly, so quiet that I probably sounded like a mouse. 

His eyes linger on me before he looks up and gets ready to leave but with courage and a red face, I grab his hand and he stops almost immediately. I swallow, my heart was racing beyond belief and though I was confused as to why I was reacting like this I couldn't get my heart to function with what my brain was telling me. 

"Your knuckles are bleeding and cut," I tell him, surprising myself with how I didn't stutter once.

 For a brief moment I see his features soften for a moment but the moment was gone after a few seconds and he ripped his hand from my grip causing me to flinch. He advanced towards me and my eyes widened, my body stumbling to back away. 

"What the f**k are you after? You think because I didn't beat you back there that you can speak to me?" He growled out harshly with his sharp canines appearing.

 I shivered at the deepness and intensity of his voice and how smooth and baritone it sounded drifting in my ears. 

Once I got over his voice I got to what he said and I flinched once more, an accidental whimper escaping past my lips and if my eyes weren't watering I think I could've told you how his his eyes softened like they did before but this time with hints of regret.

 Involuntarily, my bottom lips gutted out with my eyes wet and I said quietly:"I w-wanted to h-help you."I heard him take a deep breath in before he turned around and ran his fingers through his dark hair in what looked like frustration. 

"f**k," he whispered in annoyance but I wasn't sure if it was at me or something else. With big eyes I watched as he looked back at me and muttered something to himself before turning and beginning to walk. I dropped my head with a frown but jumped as I heard his deep voice that bounced off the walls. "If you don't keep up with me that's your problem," he said with lack of emotion.

My heart leaped on his own and my face tinted red as it usually did and I ran to catch up with him. I slowed down when I was able to catch up to him and looked at him as he walked keeping his head straight. When he turned to look at me I quickly turned my head and looked down with red cheeks. We continued to walk silently and we'd repeat a pattern where I would look up and stare at him and when he'd look at me, turn my head and stare at the ground with a blush coating my cheeks. I don't why I was reacting like this, I was confused but I just couldn't help it. 

I wanted to look at him and there was just so much curiosity bubbling within me that it was hard to ignore it. My brain was being logical and reasoning that I should be spending my time doing something else but I wasn't listening to it. I furrowed my brows, I really should ignore him but I can't. He opened a door and went inside and I scurried in before the door could close on me. 

I looked inside and took in where we were. I could tell by the first aid kits and other practical medical stuff that we were in the nurses office. He sat on a seat with his large legs spreading open and I shifted in my spot. He crouched down, placing his left elbow on his knee and laying his head on his palm as he looked at me with a bored expression. He held out his other hand that had blood stained on it with cuts. 

"Five minutes," his voice held authority and I nodded quickly. I turned with a slight tripping of feet, thanks clumsiness, and looked around before spotting where the first aid kit was and grabbed it. I lay the white kit on a table and open it up to take a look at what was inside. There was a wide array of things but I picked up rubbing alcohol, Neosporin, and cloth bandages. 

I turned and blushed a deep shade of red when I caught his eyes traveling from my backside back up to my eyes. What made me red to the tip of my ears was that he didn't look the least bit ashamed that I had caught him ogling my backside but his eyes held a scalding burn of lust. I squirmed in my spot and habitually began biting my bottom lip."Don't do that," he said huskily with a strain in his voice that made me shiver and I immediately released my bottom lip from my teeth. My eyes looked back at his fist and I remembered what I was originally here for.

 I tentatively approached him and obliviously settled on my knees between his legs, my eyes looking at his fist and completely unaware of burning look Killian was giving. I grabbed his hand lightly and grabbed the rubbing alcohol off the floor where I left the other things I'd be using. Opening the bottle and a cotton ball, I dabbed the piece cotton in the alcohol, draining the extra liquid and rubbing it on his knuckles that had the cuts. I bit my lip, 

I hope this isn't hurting him. He didn't seem to make any sound to suggest he was in pain so I felt my heart settle a little. After wiping the blood away and being able to clearly see the cuts I frowned lightly. I swear the cuts looked bigger before and were a bit more open or was I seeing things? I smile lightly, well I'm glad he isn't hurt that badly. I mentally slapped myself. Finnick why do you care? 

Because I'm a caring person, I told myself. I squeeze some of the Neosporin on my fingers and rub it gingerly into the cuts so they wouldn't scar up nastily. I drop the small tub of gel medicine and grab the cloth bandages. As I'm about to bandage his hand I look up at him and pause in my movements. My face reddens. He was looking at me so intently, with so much focus. Was he looking at me like this the whole time? I shyly looked down at his hand but I was completely startled and shocked when I felt his long and thick fingers reach under my chin to lift my head up. My face was hot as I looked up at him. 

His eyes were burning into me and it was now that I was this close that everything felt so...surreal. Was it normal for someone to smell this good. I held my breath, could someone's eyes be that clear. Tattoos were absolutely horrid but why did his look...attractive. My brain was a mess and I accidentally sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as habit. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. 

"You make things so damn hard for me," he grumbled, his eyes trained on my lips. I swallowed, I didn't know what he was talking about but I began to feel apologetic."S-sorry," I said timidly.

He looked at my eyes and I blinked. His fingers left my chin and opted to cup my right cheek that was bright red. Could he feel how hot my face was right now? I felt like I was going insane. I squeaked quietly when his other hand reached up and slid my glasses off my face. Self conscious, I tried to turn my head away but he wasn't having that and he kept my face in place as he brought his face closer. My heart was racing. What was happening right now? I wasn't gay? He's not gay! We're not gay! But then why was this happening? 

I blushed mildly. Is he going to kiss me? My heart was thundering inside my chest, would I let him kiss me? 

Anything that was happening at this moment stopped as the door opened and I unconsciously tried to pull myself away but he still held me in place but I jerked my face and turned my head to the open door. The guy who stood there wore a surprised but amused smirk on his face looking at the scene before him. 

"What a surprise we have here," he mused. I think my face was so red that I resembled period blood, don't imagine that. It's disgusting.wHaT iS eVeN gOiNg On? Bro, I'm shook. They almost kissed? Who walked in??? 

Why the hell is Killian like that? We ALL KNOW WHATS COMING.

P.s I was listening to Mine by Bazzi when I wrote this and fnfkfkfkf I recommend listening to it while you read this, it fits this scene AMAZINGLY.w a r n i n g: it gets spicy soon. Get your water ready. Xxx, Babybird.