Ian, your enemy

Ian is always finding a way to touch γου. whether it's poking you in the cheeks, or fisting in your hair in the back of your head. sometimes, just to make you miserable, when- ever you're talking to a guy, he always "stakes his claim." even if he says he has no interest in you. you're talking to this cute blonde guy, captain of the basketball team. he grabs your arm, "hey, are you free friday night?" The blonde guy said. but you're suddenly being pulled back into a chest. hard, strong arms wraps around your midsection. "Actually, she's busy with me."ian said and his annoying deep voice rolls. you look back to see his jaw clenched, eyes glaring at the guy.

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