"You..." I hissed out pointing at his face.

"Gee, why so much hatred" he asked amusingly, with his hands up as if to show he was innocent.

"You lunkhead, can't you watch where you're going? You really had to knock me down again, you oaf" I snapped.

"So many insults for nothing and it's not my fault I didn't see you there, you're just too small"

Oh, now he's messing with me and mocking my height.

"Fuck you, now see what you've done" I said looking down at my now-soaked top. Whatever cold liquid he had was now the cause of my wet top, clinging to my skin and making me feel icky.

"Like I said, it wasn't my fault" he defended, making my anger rate increase all the way to the top.

"So what, it's my fault?!" I bit back and immediately wanted to punch that stupid face of his when he replied maybe, but I had bigger problems.

Like what the hell am I supposed to do now?

Even part of my hair got a nice bath thanks to Mr asshole himself. I'm sure the makeup is smeared, something I'm both happy and scared about.

Happy because I finally have an excuse to take it off without Olivia murdering me for wasting her time and effort and scared because I probably look like a zombie.

"Hey, let me help" he spoke up again with a little bit of...concern? in his tone but nope, not buying it one bit.

"Did I hear you just say help? You're the one that needs help getting your eyes fixed, you blind mole" I sneered. He just rolled his eyes at my snarky comment and grabbed my wrist and began dragging me away.

I couldn't see where he was taking me as his frame blocked out my view. "The hell are you taking me? Let go of me you jackass" I yelled with everything in me, squirming, trying to release his grip but it only tightened the more I tried.

I feel very pathetic in this state, like how dare he?

He opened a door and lightly pushed me into a room, a dark room. "What was that about and why did you bring me here?"

My questions were left hanging when he switched on the light. The once-dark room turned out to be a bedroom.

A big one for that matter.

Any girl in this position would feel the same way I am feeling right now, at alert.

I mean a boy and girl of this age precisely, alone in a bedroom, topped with the door locked leads to one thing and one thing only.

My eyes widened at the realization of the danger I was in as my fight-or-flight instinct kicked in.

Seeing my reaction, he laughed and put his hand in front of him in my direction, motioning for me to relax "Calm down, gee I know what you're thinking but trust me that won't be happening anytime soon".

I felt a bit relaxed by his words and the assurance in his eyes as he still maintained some distance between us but I couldn't help but feel a teeny tiny bit of disappointment and rejection in the pit of my stomach. "Then what? Like I said, I don't need your help, so I better get going"

Okay, so maybe the mixed feelings weren't as tiny as I said relating to the way my bitterness was conveyed in that statement but I hope he doesn't pick up on it.

Like why the hell should I feel angry?

I don't give two shits about him.

Never did, still don't, and never will. Period!

I tried passing him but his hand came in my way, I went to his right but he did the same thing. That happened about twice before I finally had enough of his games. "What Alan?" With my arms crossed on my chest, I stood before him, giving my best glare and hateful tone.

"Ooo so she knows my name, but then again who doesn't?" He asked with a cocky smirk.

"Are you just gonna stand there and be a cocky asshole or tell me why the hell I'm here?!"

"Oh yeah, that" he said like he wasn't the one that dragged me here.

I became momentarily confused when he took off his jacket and then went for his shirt.

My mouth went completely dry as he gradually took his shirt off. The sight I was met with is worth girls tripping over. Scratch that, it is what girls trip over.

With toned muscles and abs in view, I couldn't help but gawk at the personal show I was given. This is so surreal.

My lustful gaze went from his chest to those delicious abs, wondering what it'd be like to run my hand and tongue all over it. I bit my lip at the dirty thoughts racing in my mind especially when I looked at that v-line.

Oh, sweet mother of chocolate fudge with sprinkles on it!

I know he was saying something, that much I knew but my brain was too numb to register and process it.

How did it become so hot in here?

Snap. Snap. He snapped with his fingers in front of my face. "Earth to you" restoring me from my daze as I blinked back my sanity.

"Welcome back to planet Earth" he spoke with a huge smirk, knowing fully well I was just checking him out. I blushed slightly as I realized that too.

"Don't be embarrassed, I'm used to it. It's not my fault I'm that irresistible"

The butt? The guts this boy had to say such bullshit, and like that my embarrassed state turned to that of resentment.

Egotistical prick.

He waved his hand holding his shirt in front of my face. "What?" I spat at him but he just rolled his eyes like it was the dumbest question he had ever heard.

"Take this"

"And do what?"

"Use it to sew a dress"

"What?" I asked out of pure confusion.

"Can you stop asking so many questions and wear this?" His face showed a little bit of irritation.

"What makes you think I'll want to wear your shirt?" I argued not even the slightest way bothered I'm killing his mood and being an ungrateful bitch but then again, it's his fault I'm here in the first place.

"Cause you need it"

"And so? You're the reason I got wet in the first place!" I stated matter of factly.

"I made you wet, hm?" He asked with amusement and a bigger cocky smirk on, making me widen my eyes at the double meaning there and I blushed slightly

"shut up"

What's wrong with me? I'm blushing like a freaking thirteen-year-old that just got complimented by her crush. I mean with Alan, it explains a lot as to why.

Chuckling, he said "Come on, stop being a stubborn ass and just put it on unless you want me to help you do so" he raised an eyebrow suggestively and I glared at him for a good minute, contemplating whether or not to accept his offer.

He smirked challengingly, knowing I'd finally given in. I sighed as I snatched the cloth from his hand, annoyed by the victorious smile he had on, and asked for the direction of his bathroom. I wouldn't want him to see me topless even though I had a bra on.

' pft... He has seen way better bodies ' my internal self just had to remind me, making me feel self-conscious and a tad nervous.

"But I removed mine in front of you" he whined playfully.

'that's because you're more proud of your body' I wanted to snap back but instead, I just stared at him expressionless. I guess he got the message when he said okay and pointed in the direction of another door.

I quickly marched to the door and shut it when he hollered 'Call me when you need me' to which I replied with a 'screw you' earning a roaring laughter from him that had my stomach doing flips.

I backed against the door and bit my lip, trying to prevent the smile that wanted to come on.

I sighed and went forward to the mirror, to see the mess he created. It wasn't as bad as I expected, apart from the soaked top, everything was just fine.

I slowly hooked my fingers at the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head then placed it on the sink. I grabbed Alan's top and couldn't help but inhale that musky scent of his.

God, when did I become a creep?

I wore his top and smiled as I outstretched my arms, loving the way it was big on me. I didn't even know when the door opened until I heard his voice.

"See, that wasn't so hard" his voice startled me, making me jump slightly and I looked at him through the mirror and immediately regretted it cause boy, did it not make me trip.

There he stood in all his glory with each arm resting on either side of the door as he stood by the threshold. He looked like a freaking god with the way he stood, wearing only his leather jacket on his naked chest, leaving those defined abs on display for the world to see but too bad I'm the only one here to witness this.

I moved my eyes from the chain necklace that sat there dangling around his neck to his well-sculpted face, admiring the way his hair stayed carelessly in order at the top of his head. My eyes then got caught in those beautiful brown eyes of his that even put my green ones to shame. I get brown hair looks attractive on most people, brown skin also looks fabulous but brown eyes? I swear I've never seen brown eyes look as attractive as it on him right now. The way they seem to be staring deep into my soul and exposing my deepest secrets, making me feel bare and vulnerable to him.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, breaking eye contact.

When did I become one to say such cringe-worthy shit?

I've certainly gone mad, how can I let this happen all over again?

I felt disgusted. Not at him but at myself for letting myself become like every other girl the moment he steps into a room. That's the effect he has on people but I'm bigger than this.

I still wouldn't deny the fact that I was checking him out again cos I sure was, no denying there but I won't let him bask in that.

"Great job giving me a heart attack" I spat with so much venom and hatred as I glared at him through the mirror.

"Oh trust me, I'll be the happiest one at your funeral" his smirk and cockiness made my blood boil as I turned around to face him.

I scoffed and folded my arms "And believe me, my ghost will haunt you forever"

"Jokes on you, I don't live forever"

I was about to reply something nasty but was cut short by my phone ringing in my back pocket.

Twas Olivia.

"Raaavveennn...." She slurred "I went around the world looking for yooouu" I heard her giggle at herself before she hicupped and continued "I met Santa and he said I've been a naughty girrrrlll" I heard her sniffing, probably already crying. "But you knooow" hiccups "I'm not a bad" hiccups "girrrrlll" sniffs.

I face-palmed myself as I realized she was completely wasted.
Well, you see when Olivia is extremely drunk, she tends to say stuff that has no meaning at all. Her mood swings are as horrible as her pronunciation.

"Where are you?" I asked, hoping I could get a reasonable reply from her.

"Meeeee??"

"Yes, you Olivia"

"Who's Olivia?" She asked and I just rolled my eyes. You see what I mean?

From where she is, I can hear some vehicle movements and a faint horn of a truck, meaning she's outside.

"Wait there Olivia, I'm coming to get you" I said and cut the call.

I looked back at Alan with a raised eyebrow as he was still standing there staring at me.

I rolled my eyes at him when he still kept standing and staring.

"Will you get out of the way?" With that, he moved aside allowing me to pass by him, still in that daze, but this time, his brows were furrowed as if trying to think about something.

"I swear I've seen you somewhere"

That made me freeze on my way to the door.

Seriously? Can't he remember?

I gained my motion and turned around. Rolling my eyes, I stated the obvious "You've got a serious case of amnesia". With that, I left.

That may not have sounded rude but it sure was, and it may have sounded so shallow but there was a lot of meaning and emotions behind that statement.

Phew! 2,214 words ain't easy bro.
I hope you liked it tho.

Don't forget to smash that little cute star below and comment your thoughts cos I feel this chapter was kinda intense. Did y'all feel it or it's only me? 😅

Xoxo Ruth 💅