Chapter 8. Midnight heart attacks.

I heard the sound of the window sliding upwards. The wind rushed in, making me curl into the warmness of my blanket. I now was half asleep, but still, I was too lazy to stand up and close the window. Heck, I couldn't even open my eyes.

I heard footsteps walking about in the room.

Wait footsteps?

I opened my eyes and suddenly a hand covered my mouth. I did not panic because I knew it was one of the three pain-in-my-ass-bimbos.

The person who held my mouth was probably shocked because I felt the hand slowly uncovering my mouth. I looked closely. There were three figures, one sitting on my bed next to me while the other two were at the back. I couldn't make out their faces.

There was something odd about their figures, but it was probably my eyes playing tricks on me.

"God. Lindsey are you on drugs?" I checked my wristwatch, rubbing my eyes so that I could see the glowing hands that were ticking on the clock face. I gasped in horror "Seriously? Midnight? You all need help!" I whispered yell. I didn't want to wake Marcy up. From where I was I could hear her faint snoring.

None of the three spoke a word and I was starting to get scared. Then suddenly I smelt the familiar smell of watermelons. That's when my heart started palpitating at a faster rate.

As if he read my thoughts, he shifted closer to me. He bent down, our noses barely an inch apart. The moonlight creeping in through the window was giving just enough light for me to see those silver orbs. His silver-grey eyes stared into mine sending chills down my spine.

"Found you. Ironfist," he whispered, his minty cool breath hitting the tip of my nose. The atmosphere was so serious, it was deafening. I didn't answer. The minutes went by and it felt like he was staring deep into my soul.

Then one of the figures that were standing behind him suddenly curled up to the ground and started laughing. John broke his gaze and turned to look at that figure.

"Miles, you bastard. We're supposed to be serious," the other figure who was standing next to the curled up dude scolded and I heard a loud slap sound.

The figure that was curled up on the floor continued laughing "I'm sorry, mate. I finally found you Ironfist," he mimicked the last sentence in a high pitch British accent. This made John stand and he went and started hugging the figure on the floor.

Maybe they were hugging, I don't know, its dark OK.

I reached my hand out to feel the surface of the table, searching for some sort of light source. I could've easily switched on the light but Ms Larks might see the light from outside. I found Marcy's iPhone and switched on the torch. My jaw almost dropped when I shone the light at the three of them. A guy with dark hair was lying on his stomach on the floor, struggling to get John off of him. John was sitting on his back, ruffling up his hair while a platinum-haired boy was holding his stomach laughing at them. It didn't matter whether the light was shining on them or not because they seemed oblivious to it. They weren't laughing really loudly. I mean it was the silent kind of laugh but by the look on the platinum-haired guy's face, he was struggling to keep his laugh low.

Even though I knew the floor below us couldn't hear a sound, a particular somebody who was on the other bed stopped snoring.

"Nat, what's with all the-" she stopped mid-sentence. I could hear her breathing hiking and I knew she saw them.

They all suddenly stopped laughing and glanced at Marcy. Platinum straightened himself and straddled over to Marcy's bed.

"I didn't know there was going to be another beautiful girl in the room. I'm Cayden," he introduced himself and I heard Marcy gasp.

"Um. Nat. Tell me I'm dreaming," she stammered. I could hear her voice cracking towards the end.

I wish I were dreaming too.

Natalima, be strong, my subconscious whispered in my ear. I cleared my throat and found my lost voice, "What the hell are you idiots doing here?"

John stood up and the poor guy on the floor started breathing heavily like crazy. Once his breathing went back to normal he got up and slid beside me. "Nice to meet you too, gorgeous," he winked his hazel eyes sparkling in the light that was shining directly on him. "I'm Miles and I'm single," his voice was deep and his accent was a cross between an Australians and a Kiwis. While he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He opened his mouth again to speak but then he was shoved back by John.

"No flirting," he joked but I could sense the warning in his voice and Miles stepped away. "Hey mate, I called dibs on her," he protested. John then faced him and slapped his forehead. "She's not an object-" I felt my heart warming up at his choice of words. "-she's a crazy feisty girl who punches handsome guys like me. So keep away from her," he finished and that warmth was thrown out the window. Bloody slime.

From Marcy's corner I heard her saying "Sorry Cayden I have a boyfri-" but my listening got interrupted by John who grabbed the phone and shone the torch to his face. That's when I noticed the fading mark on his left eye. His flawless face was spoiled and I was the one responsible for that. "Recognize this?" He asked giving back the phone. Our hands brushed briefly and I felt his icy cold fingers.

I was lost for words. So I told him what I planned to tell him ever since he called two days ago. "I was drunk OK. How do you even know it was me that punched you? The picture in your phone doesn't give any proof,"

He held my elbow and I dropped Marcy's phone, resulting in total darkness. He started rubbing his thumb on my arm and I was on verge of producing an embarrassing moan. "I know it's you," he murmured, making me shiver slightly.

Then all of a sudden light filled up the whole room. I squinted my eyes, trying to adjust them to the brightness.

"Found the switch," Miles announced feeling a little too proud about his accomplishment.

I took a good look at Miles. He had black hair, just like Johns' but his were a shade lighter like charcoal. He had hazel eyes and a good shade of tan. Then I shifted my stare to Cayden. His hair was brighter and he had baby black eyes. He and Marcy were laughing silently with each other. Then I returned my gaze to John. I don't know how long he had been looking my way but as soon as my eyes met his, he blinked and the corners of his mouth produced a crooked smile which made him look ten times more handsome.

I noticed that they were all the same built. But Cayden looked slightly buffer while Miles looked slightly shorter. They were also wearing the identical white solid t-shirts that had the words 'Braveheart' embroidered on the left breast of the shirt with the school's Logo in the background.

"It's OK babe, I forgive you. But you kind of bruised my ego. No girl has ever punched me before. Not even when we're playing rough on a flat surface," John winked his crooked smile turning into a smirk.

All of a sudden I snapped my head into Miles direction and fixed my eyes on him. "Miles, are you out of your mind? We could get into trouble," I scolded removing my hand from Johns hold and ignoring what he said to me.

Completely.

"Don't worry, no one would notice," Miles took one good look at me and started pointing his mouth in disgust. "I was really hoping you'd be wearing something sexier," he complained.

John pinched the fabric on my torso, feeling the texture. "You look like one of those hippies that never take a shower and that accidentally found this Jersey in the dump,"

I swatted his hand away from my basketball Jersey. I was wearing a Red bulls Jersey. My favourite of them all. I was offended but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that. "How did you find me? How did you guys get up here? How did you even get pass Ms Larks?" I started asking the very questions that had been clogging up my mind.

"We have our sources, we climbed and we have a friend that's taking care of Ms Bob-red-head," he answered all my questions in the same order.

"Why are you guys here?" I asked again.

"I wanted to show you the cruel thing you have done to my face and since we're having a whole weekend here, next week I want you to be our personal tour guide," he stated roughly, cutting straight to the point.

"And if I don't want to?" I lifted my brow. The blanket from my chest slid down and was now up to my waist. My hair was all over the place. Maybe that's why he called me a hippy.

"Well," he paused, choosing his words carefully. "Heard that the seniors here are looking for you and they didn't sound too happy about me getting a punch from you. If information about you, being ironfist leaked do you know how many girls would want to rip your throat out?" He asked and what he had said got me thinking.

He's blackmailing me, eu.

I faced him, he had that smug smile plastered on his face. This guy, right in front of me was rated number one is the handsome list. While Cayden and Miles really looked hot, I had to admit that John looked much more so. From the look on his face I knew, he knew it too.

"You wouldn't dare," I finally said. My voice was a bit shaky but I managed to get the words out correctly.

"Trust me, babe, I'd do it," he threatened, his voice getting raspy.

Right now, Miles was busy staring out the window while Cayden was still busy with Marcy.

I sighed heavily closing my eyes for a second.

"Uh, mate. It looks like somebody is entering the building," Miles informed. He was leaning against the wall, hiding behind the polka dotted curtains. "We have to bounce,"

John held my elbow again, still expecting me to answer him. He then loosened his grip and smirked. "It looks like you want people to know who you are," he stood up, and turned towards the window to Miles, giving me a good view of his lean back. He then crouched his way behind Miles.

Miles turned to face me "Natalima darling, I know this is a little bit too early, trust me if I had a choice I'd stay for the sex, but I love my school and I-" I threw a pillow at him and it bounced off his chest.

That's such a guy thing to say.

He let out a laugh, then looked out the window again and slid out.

"Cayden!" John half shouted. "We need to go,"

Cayden briefly said goodbye to Marcy and muttered something in Spanish to her. Then he turned to me, "Nat, it was nice meeting you even though we didn't talk," then he glanced back at Marcy and slid out.

John was the last one. His face looked calculating, he was timing something.

Natalima, if he goes out that window, say goodbye to your high school life.

I sprung out of bed and ran to the window. I held his upper arm. "John, OK, I'll be your personal tour guide, just don't tell anyone,"

He looked at me and his face managed to produce a smirk. "You made the right choice, now stop being so clingy and let me go," he said referring to my hand on his arm. I quickly removed my hand and gave him a look.

Egotistical bastard.

He then slid out of the window.

As if the timing was perfect, Amber entered the room with a sleepy look on her face. "Would you guys explain to me why Ms. Larks woke me up at this awful hour to check on you guys?" She asked, her tone strict. We didn't answer because we were both staring out the window trying to process what just happened.

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