|My happiness lies in your hands
Author: Tabby24 PM
Living with my worst enemy for a few months wasnt high on my to-do list, but then he had to tell my ex that we were dating...wait WHAT? Okay, Okay. Breathe. Don't kill him. Yet. This doesnt help with the fact that our mothers have always wanted us togetheRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 7 - Words: 39,217 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 34 - Follows: 43 - Updated: 04-25-10 - Published: 02-26-09 - id: 2639913
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I didn't believe my mom when she told me, and I still don't believe her even though I'm sitting in front of the devil himself as we speak. He has that stupid smirk on his face as he eats his food and it makes me want to just smack it off. Trust me, I would, but then I would probably get in trouble.
So, I settle for just glaring at him as I push my food around on my plate with my fork. No way was I gonna be able to actually eat it; no, I'm way too stressed to do that. You see, when I'm upset, or stressed I'm barely hungry and no matter what the food is, I can't eat it. So just so you know, I'm not anorexic or anything like that. Sure, I'm thin but not thin enough to be put in the hospital, although it's not like anybody actually notices how petite I am, considering how I'm semi-invisible at school, and I also wear baggy clothes – but that's also for another reason.
Okay! I'm rambling now. Okay, where was I? Oh yes, Glaring at him. Mom had said she would only be gone for a couple of days. Me and my brother, Alex, were supposed to be able to stay home while she was gone for a few days on a business trip.
Who knew a couple of days could turn into a Couple of months!?
I sure didn't.
She left last night for The Business Trip of Doom, as I like to call it,-- or BToD for short-- to the Cancun... I think. It might have been somewhere like the Cancun...or a place that sounds like the Cancun, but I'm not sure because my brain had stopped functioning after she said months.
Does she seriously expect me to stay here with this... with this monster?! I sure don't.
Yet here I am.
It doesn't help anything that our mothers are best friends, or that they've been trying to set us up with each other since day 1. Keyword being: trying.
But no, they have to keep on trying. You see, the Mercer's are rich. Rich, rich and filthy rich. But they don't like showing that they are rich by their possessions (Their kids are a different story) so they have a four bedroom house. One is their bedroom, one is their son's (AKA the Devil incarnate) and one is their daughter's who is in college...Or was it university? Well, whatever, she has a room. And they have one guest bedroom. So, you'd think that either
A) My brother would get the guest bedroom, and I would share Steph's.
B) My brother would share with Devin and I would get the guest bedroom.
C) I would get the guest bedroom and my brother would go in Steph's.
D) I would get guest bedroom and Alex would sleep on the COUCH!
But no. Nope. Nopity nope nope. None of these were the option that our parents chose. Steph comes homes on the weekends, and doesn't like it when anyone has been in her room, therefore option A and C are gone.
Now, You have to remember that Devin only has one (King sized) bed in his room, so sharing it with another guy (Who refuses to sleep on the floor or couch) was out, because that was, and I quote, "Too gay, man."
Therefore the only option left was that I would have to sleep on the couch. Thanks, but no thanks; I'll pass.
So now there was a dilema. One that my mother didn't think too hard on solving, oh no. "Well, this is just logical!" She giggled. "You and Devin will have to share."
Yeah... She's lucky that Alex was standing next to me to hold me back from strangling his mother. Devin's mother was just as quick with agreeing. "Besides, you guys hate each other, it's not like you'll do anything..." Yep I can see why they're best friends, because I want to strangle them both."But...! But he's a horny teenage boy!" I had spluttered at them. Devin didn't like the situation much either, but he managed to remain calm, unlike me. "Even I'm not that desperate." He had said, which earned him a punch in the arm from me, which I must say hurt like fricken hell. On me anyways. Who knows if he even felt it, because all he did was smile and mess up my hair. This caused me to start smacking his arm. He just glared at me, but his eyes seemed to be laughing at me. I had groaned in frustration. "Please don't make me share a room, let alone a BED with him." Yeah, no matter what I said, they still didn't listen to me.
I can only imagine what my boyfriend, Mark, will say about this, but I know he'll be furious, to say the least. Alex wasn't too thrilled about it either, but after threatening Devin that if he so much as touched me, he'd kick his ass. I wish he would just do it anyways. Sometimes life just isn't fair.
"You know, if you grind your teeth like that, you'll hurt yourself." Devin said from across the table. That stupid asshole.
"I know, retard." I snapped.
"Well surely you don't if you continue doing it." I glared with more passion.
He smiled and turned to my brother and began talking to him. I excused myself from the table and made my way up to Devin's room. Might as well seethe about this in privacy so that I don't have to see his stupid face every second, besides it wasn't like I was eating anyways.
I lay down on the bed and did a few deep breath exercises that my therapist taught me.
After I felt calmer, I began to work on my homework at Devin's desk.
When I finished my homework, I grabbed my PJ's and went to the bathroom attached to his room. I swear, just because they have a normal looking house, I still think it had more bedrooms in it when they bought it and they only made it have four bedrooms, because Devin's room is huge, and his bathroom attached is as big as my own bedroom.
I hopped in the shower and began absorbing in the heat. I loved hot showers, and if it meant that Devin wouldn't get any hot showers, I loved them even more. Cue evil laughter.
Just as I was conditioning, I heard voices over the shower coming from Devin's room. I eyed the door, only then realizing that I hadn't locked it. I cursed to myself quietly and hurried up. The last thing I wanted was for him to come in here.
I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel securely around myself before stepping out. I dried off and threw my clothes on, not taking my time. Making sure I looked alright, I wiped the fog from the mirror. My usually dark blonde hair was clinging to my face and neck. My blue eyes stared back at me. I ran my brush through my hair and double checked my clothes. My shorts came to my mid-thigh and my tank top covered as much as it could, but not enough for my satisfaction. This would be the second reason why I wore baggy clothes. My boobs. Those two stupid things are just too big for my liking, hence the hiding them. Trust me, I'm not overreacting or anything, they are seriously too big. A lot bigger than average anyways. I threw on my hoodie that I had been wearing earlier.
When I walked back into his room, I saw Devin lying on the bed with Trey and Steven sitting on the couch watching television. Yes, it's true; you did not read that incorrectly. He has a television and a couch in his room as well. Might I add that the TV is bigger than me. Twice. 'Nuff said. They all turned their heads toward me as I made my way into the room. Trey wolf whistled at me, making my cheeks grow red and Steven's eyes roamed my body, making my entire body flush red. Devin just turned his attention back towards the TV.
I felt just a tad bit uncomfortable and embarrassed. Okay, strike that, very uncomfortable and embarrassed. I made my way over to my bag and tossed my dirty clothes beside it. I still totally needed a hamper. I could feel somebody's eyes on my body, like you know that sense? Like your sixth sense or whatever. Hm... I wonder if people have seven senses or if, you know when you're blindfolded and you know when you're near an object? Is that part of the sixth sense or is it its own sense, hence sense seven ('Sense' and 'hence' totally rhyme! Hehehe)....Hm, I'll have to ask Danny, maybe he'll know. Anyways, I looked up when Trey ―I think― cleared his throat.
"Uh...? What are you doing here...?" He asked as if I were a crazy person. Pfft. He's a loser.
I shrugged. "What are you doing here?" I countered. He gave me a look that said 'What? Are you stupid?'
"We're here to see Devin." As if that weren't obvious. I smiled.
"So am I." I told them. They got these cute little confused looks on their faces and were looking back and forth between Devin and me. Honestly, you'd think they would be smarter than this.
"But..." Steven began but Devin cut him off.
"She's staying here for a few months while her mom is on a business trip." He explained with a bat of his hand, not removing his eyes from the television.
I scowled at him. "You ruin all my fun." I growled at him.
Trey and Steven looked at each other. "Awesome." They both said with sly grins on their faces that had me worried. I threw a glare their way. "Don't get any ideas." I muttered as I made my way to the door.
"You know, deep down, you do like me, you just don't want to admit it." Trey called after me. I stopped and turned to give him a look. The look blatantly said 'Boy, you're on crack'. "I'll most likely commit suicide before I admit it." I drawled.
"So then you admit that there is something to admit!" He exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. "You only wish," I was about to leave but my cell phone began to ring from my pants pocket. I should probably learn to empty my pockets before I take off my clothes. Okay, now I'm thinking how that thought could possibly have double meanings...Do you see it? Okay, I have to focus.
Although, I don't really think it's focusing if I'm only thinking about focusing.... I should work on that.
I grabbed my jeans and searched through the pockets quickly. Checking the caller ID I saw that it was Mark. I smiled. "Hey,"
"Hey, how's it going?" He asked with nonchalance.
"Good, you?" I said more towards the desperate side. Yes, once again, you have read that correctly. Desperate. It's a long story. Long story short, I'm needy and I like to feel loved. Pathetic, yes I know.
"Good. Say, what're you doing?"
I literally thought about this. "Well... I was just about to leave De― this room, but then I heard my phone ringing and I answered it...okay that sounds pathetic. Nothing. That's my answer: Nothing."
"Cool, you wanna hang out?" He asked.
"Uhm, well I just took a shower...and I'm in my pajama's... Maybe, do you wanna come here?"
I swear there was an evil note to his voice. "Yea, I'll be there in a few Kay?"
Now, here was the hard part. "Uhm, well, Uhm...I probably should've told you this earlier, but, Uhm, well..."
"Riley, just spit it out already." He said rather harshly.
I glared at the wall. I knew the bed was behind me, so I casually sat on the edge of it. "Well, if you're gonna speak to me like that, you can forget it." I snapped.
He exhaled frustrated. "Just say whatever it is." I heard the sound of a car door opening and a second later, closing.
It was now or never, and I wasn't entirely ready to take the plunge. I heard him ignite the ignition. Wow. That sounds funny, Hehehe.... Moving on!
"Okay, so you can't get mad, Okay? But....for-the-next-few-months-I'm-going-to-be-living-with-Devin-and-I'm-going-to-be-sharing-a-room-with-him-as-well."
It was silent for a minute. Well, actually it was 53 seconds, but that's practically a minute. And yes, I did actually count it. What can I say? I'm nervous all right? Don't judge me!
"Did you just say –Correct me if I'm wrong– that you're going to be living with Devin ―Devin Mercer ― For the next few months, and that you're going to be sharing a room with him?"
"I did, yes." I answered calmly. Trust me, on the inside I was in full freak out mode.
"Why?" He asked, suspiciously. "Is there something going on between you and Devin?"
I blinked. Was he really asking me that? Whether something was going on between my sworn enemy and me? No way, José. I glanced over my shoulder at Devin. He was staring at me with an amused smile. I glared at him. "No. Nothing is going on between Devin and me." I said firmly.
"Why'd you hesitate?" He questioned.
"I didn't hesitate!" I yelled.
"Whatever. I'll be there in a few minutes."
I half smiled. "Kay, Love you." I told him.
"Yeah, you too." Click.
"Liar." I whispered into the dead phone. I closed the phone and fell back onto the bed, closing my eyes.
"Aww, Did Mr. Perfect make you sad?" Devin teased. I opened my eyes to glare at him. "Mark is not perfect, nor did he make me sad. Now shut up before I hurt you."
"You know, most girls I know rave about how perfect Mark is.... Are you sure you're a girl?" He asked.
"Yeah, but most girls you know are sluts, and they don't realize how un-perfect he is. And yes. I'm positive I'm a girl."
Devin's eyes were troubled looking, and he was about to say something when Trey opened his mouth. "Don't worry Devin, I'll check." I looked at him questioningly.
"Huh?" I asked. Then before I realized what he was doing, he pulled me off the bed and engulfed me in a hug. I struggled to pull back. "What're you doing?" I asked, quite confused.
"Yep. Yep, she's definitely a girl, bro." Then he pulled me closer. "And, I like it." He whispered huskily into my ear.
"Ugh, Get off me." I yelled, pushing against him. I finally understood. With my body pressed against him, he could feel my, uh, assets.
I was able to get out of his iron grip and I ran to the door, "If you ever do that again, I will personally castrate you, and then I'll sic my brother on you." I growled before leaving the room.
I made it to the living room in a matter of seconds and just as I sat down, the doorbell rang. I sighed before getting up and running to the door. With a smile on my face, I answered the door breathlessly ― proof that I need more exercise. "Hey,"
He took in my attire and smiled. I'm sure if I hadn't been wearing the sweater, it would've been a bigger smile. "Hey." He leant down and kissed me on the lips before walking past me into the house. I turned and led him into the empty living room.
"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked him as he sat on the sofa. I didn't wait for him to answer as I turned towards the DVD case and grabbed a random DVD case, not even caring what one, shoving it into the DVD player and turning the TV on as I went to sit beside Mark, snuggling into him. Mark put his arm around me as the movie began and I snuggled even closer into his side, welcoming the warmth. Mark pulled me towards him, and his lips found my ear. He planted a light kiss on my ear and continued the kisses in a trail towards my lips. I smiled and kissed him back as his lips brushed against my lips. What started out as a few innocent – on my part – kisses turned into a full make out session and I was straddling his lap and running my fingers through his hair ravenously. His hand was on my waist and my lower back.
After a few minutes of this, his hand began to rub in circular motions on my back. I had to admit ― I liked it. The circular motions were edging closer to the end of my sweater. His fingers began to play with the material for half a minute, till he started to creep his hand under, slipping it under my tank top. His hand felt cold against my skin, and that's what shocked me back into reality. I pulled back abruptly. "Mark―" I began, but his lips hungrily found mine again and his hands stayed in place half way up my back under my shirt. When they began inching upwards again I removed my hands from his hair and shoved his hands back towards the hem of my shirt.
"Mark, Stop." I ordered in between kisses. Mark pulled apart and sighed exasperatedly.
"Come on Riley!" He groaned.
I glared at him. "No." I said firmly.
"Whatever." He grumbled and pulled me back to kiss him. His hands gripped my waist under my shirt. "Mark." I warned. He smiled into the kiss and inched his hands up my stomach. The sound of someone clearing their throat brought his hands flying out from under my shirt and for us to pull away. In the doorway stood Alex and Devin with Steven and Trey not far behind them. Alex was glaring at Mark while Devin just looked disgusted. I quickly scrambled off of Mark.
"I do believe she said 'No'" Alex growled at the same time that Devin said: "This is my house! No kissing...Or anything else." He looked even more disgusted at that thought. Alex walked over and squished himself between Mark and me.
Trey bounded in and looked towards the TV. "Watcha watchin'?"
I looked towards the screen and saw two guys fighting. "Uhm...Well. Err― Something?" I answered. Trey and Steven chuckled but Devin and Alex glared at us; Alex at Mark and Devin at me. Devin sat on the other side of me, while Trey and Steven sat down on the other couch. Mark looked awkward sitting there. He stood up and stretched his arms above his head. "I think I'll just leave now. I have...things to do." Mark said. I rolled my eyes. I knew what this meant. What he meant to say was: "Since Riley still isn't gonna sleep with me, I'm going to find my slut that will."
Yes. I admit I know that Mark is cheating on me; I just can't make myself leave him. Besides, that one time I asked Mark if he was cheating on me, he yelled at me and got mad. I didn't really want to venture down that road again. Trust me, Mark + Mad = BAAAAD. I may actually have proof that he's cheating on me, (Sam and I spied on him and got pictures.) but I just don't think I could stand losing him ― even if he isn't worth it. Remember those issues where I just want to be loved? Yeah, its times like these that I wish I wasn't such a wuss. I don't even know why I feel like this.
"Kay. I'll walk you out." I told him, my voice sounding dull, and I stood up. The walk to the door was short and silent. I kissed him goodbye and I could practically feel the frustration in his lips. He turned and walked towards his truck. I stood there for a little longer than necessary and muttered "Have fun, Pig." As he backed out. I closed the door and turned to go back to the living room. I sat next to Alex and leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed. Nobody but Sam and I ―well, so did Mark and his slut, but they don't count― know that he's cheating on me. If Alex knew, there probably wouldn't be a Mark left anyways.
"I still don't know what you see in him." Alex stated for the millionth time.
I didn't answer him, like usual, because the truth was, I didn't know either. I barely knew anything about him and we've been dating for five months. The time we do spend together usually consists of kissing and him trying to get in my pants.
Danny told me that Mark has told the guys on the football team that he's already slept with me. Trust me that was the worst. Having your brother, your best friend and your brother's best friend all come up to you at different times asking if it were true was enough torture ―especially if your brother's best friend just happens to be your worst enemy. I don't think that Alex totally believed me though because he had started giving me silent treatment for the next few days following until I couldn't take it and I started crying and ran to his room ― where might I add Devin just happened to be lounging in at the time with my brother. Yeah, he believed me after that because he knew I wouldn't cry because he wasn't talking to me if it were true. Yeah, Mark might be getting some action, but it is most definitely not from me.
Sam and Danny are my best friends. Sam and I have been friends since grade three when she pissed me off and I threw my glue stick at her. Hit her right in the head. I got suspended for three days and when I went back she came to me and told me that I had good aim and that we were friends. Yeah, I was surprised too. I mean, who becomes friends with someone who throws glue sticks at you? Well, I guess that's Sam for ya.
I continued to lay my head on Alex's shoulder and welcomed the warmth he had. Seriously, are all guys like fricken toasters? I thought about everything as they watched the movie. Honestly I still don't know what movie it is.
Danny has been my best friend since birth, literally. Our mom's were in the same delivery room and that's how they met. They became friends easily and Danny and I just clicked. When we were three we became next door neighbor's and it was so much easier to see each other. But then we stopped being neighbor's when I was seven. Long story and I don't want to get into it right now. Danny is older than me by one day. And he rubs it in my face all the time.
I could feel a lump forming in my throat and it was making it uncomfortable to breathe. I know nothing about my boyfriend and I don't even know why I want him. I know there's no possible way I could love him, so why can't I just break up with him for the scumbag that he is? He doesn't love me, so what's stopping me?
My eyes couldn't seem to hold the water in anymore and silently as I blinked, they fell out of my eyes, streaking my cheeks the way only tears can do. I closed my eyes and cast my head down. A hand on my cheek made me look up as said hand slowly wiped away my tears. "Why're you crying?" Devin whispered. I glared at him and batted his hand away.
"I'm not." I hissed back. I wiped any excess water that remained on my face and looked away from him. Sure, he could act all sensitive, but that's all it was – an act. He just wanted to find my weak spots so he could endlessly tease me and rub it in my face. It's what he does. I was surprised to see that Devin's eyes actually showed concern for a quick second. Was he even capable of that? But that quickly changed as he glared at me and plastered that smirk on his face.
"Poor baby." He muttered under his breath.
It took my complete and utter self control not to pounce on him and yank his hair out of his skull. But then again, who are we trying to kid? This is me we're talking about, after all, and I don't have any self control.
"What the fuck!" Devin yelled as I jumped on him and was pulling his hair. My knee may have hit his precious jewels, but I was only concentrating on his hair, so that was an accident.
"You little prick!" I yelled back into his face. "Don't call me a baby!" I screamed. His hands gripped my arms. His face was scrunched up in pain.
"Well you sure are acting like one! Let go of my – Fuck! -- hair!"
"Apologize!" I yelled, getting a tighter grip on his brown locks as tried to push me off.
"Fuck you!" He yelled back. I felt him wince again and he gave one final push which sent me cascading to the ground, him being pulled off the couch since I refused to let go of his hair. I landed on my back, and he landed on top of me, successfully managing to knock the breath out of me with a strangled gasp.
He groaned from on top of me and I realized I was still yanking his hair. I managed to roll over so that I was on top of him. I managed to get my breath back.
"I am not a baby!" I screamed at him, my breathing was semi-labored. He gripped my hands and tried to get them to loosen their hold. Keyword being: Tried. He rolled over so that he was now on top. He held his weight off of me, probably worried he would kill me. His hand came and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I bit my lip from screaming. I wouldn't give him satisfaction. "Let go!" I yelled at him, tugging harder, which made him tug harder, which this time, did make me scream in pain.
"Uh, maybe you guys..." Trey spoke up, but I ignored him.
"Just apologize you twit!" I yelled at him unclenching one of my fists that held his hair and smacking him in the head.
"No! You!" He roared. I scoffed, throwing my head back a little then winced at the movement.
"Fine! I'll let go if you let go!" I yelled.
"Fine!" He huffed. He let go of my hair and I gave him one final pull and let go. I had managed to pull some of his brown hairs out of his head. I shook my hands disgustedly in hopes all his hair would fall off of them. He didn't move and just kept glaring from above me, his green eyes giving off the hint of amusement that they held. "You're such a baby." He drawled, throwing himself off of me quickly before I had a chance to respond. I groaned in frustration.
"I hate you!" I screamed and pulled myself off the floor. He was on the other side of the room but I didn't feel like chasing him anymore. Absently I rubbed my head where his hand had been gripping my hair moments before. Trey and Steven looked amused while Alex glared at Devin who had a smirk present on his face.
"You okay Riles?" Alex asked me, not taking his eyes off of Devin.
I rolled my eyes, "Of course," I answered.
"You could've really hurt her Dev!" He yelled at Devin. Devin, who had been watching me, turned his gaze to Alex.
"Huh?" he asked stupidly.
"You heard me." Alex snapped, crossing his arms.
"So? She started it. I could have gotten hurt." Alex seemed to consider it.
He turned his gaze to me, "He has a point Riles." he said with a look of disappointment on his face. I faltered for a minute. What kind of brother is HE? Pfft. Remind me to get him nothing for his birthday.
"But Alex! He called me a baby, and I am not a baby." I huffed, crossing my arms, glaring at Devin.
Alex looked over to Devin and raised an eyebrow.
Devin glared at me, "Well, maybe you shouldn't have been crying and acting like a baby, you baby."
I was ready to pounce on him again. I took a step forward with only one thought on my mind: Kill.
"Wait, why were you crying? When were you crying?" Alex asked alarmed. There's the brother I know and love! Scratch that reminder. He is totally getting something for his birthday. Did I neglect to say that Alex was a very(ish) protective(ish) brother(ish)?
"She was crying just before she pounced on me. All I did was ask her what was wrong." Devin piped up innocently.
I growled at him. "For the last time, I was not crying! I was just...just... well it doesn't matter what I was doing, just shut up!" I screamed at him, running a hand through my mussed up hair.
He smiled at me. "Can't think of a reasonable excuse can you?" He teased.
"Can too." I replied, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Why were you crying?" Alex asked quietly from beside me. Wow, I didn't even see him there. I almost jumped.
"No reason." I shrugged off.
"Was it because of Mark?" Alex asked seriously.
I glared at him. "No." I lied.
I felt Devin's eyes on me, but I ignored him. Alex seemed to drop the subject seeing that I didn't want to talk about it, not while others were around. I better make sure I never happen to be alone with him in a room for a while.
He wasn't as stupid as I thought, I mused. He did know that I was lying, but knowing that I wouldn't talk about it, he dropped it. (Albeit, reluctantly.)
I sat back down on the couch next to Alex and after a few minutes, Devin hesitantly sat down beside me. Keeping my gaze on the TV, I smacked his chest with my hand. "I'm not a baby." I murmured. He didn't bother to retaliate, which was good for him because I wouldn't have gone easy on him the second time around.
The movie was almost finished when I let out a large yawn. "Alex, can't I just sleep with you?" I whined.
I heard Devin snicker and I looked at him. "Do you know how dirty that sounded?" He spluttered in between laughs. I glared.
"Get your mind out of the gutter. You know what I mean." I growled.
I turned my gaze back to Alex and he gave me a sympathetic look. "No, besides you know Devin's mom will have a cow, she's been trying to get you guys together for... almost ten years."
I groaned. "Thanks, I tried to forget that." There was a double meaning to my words, but he didn't understand it. Only I did. "Fine, I'll just go to the Devil's room.... Oops, I'm always getting my consonants mixed up. I meant Devin's room. One letter off. Oops." I smiled sweetly at him before getting up and walking towards the stairs. I tell you, being sleep deprived plus being tired is not a good combination for me, because I fell. I could hear Devin laughing – he seemed to be the only one to see it – and I threw him a glare before getting up and climbing the stairs slowly.
I made it into Devin's room and didn't even bother turning on the light as I crawled into the bed.
Just as I was on the brink of sleep, I heard the door open, then close. A few minutes later, the weight on the bed shifted on the opposite side of the bed causing me to roll over and slam into a rock hard chest. And might I add that the chest was of the shirtless variety.
I barely registered this fact though – my mind already too hazy with sleep. I vaguely remember laying my head on the chest and instantly fell asleep.
I woke up to being shaken. I tell you, this is not the best way to be woken up.
"Oh my God! Stop! What do you want?! Is the world ending? OH MY GOD! It is, isn't it?" Which followed by a little shriek on my behalf. I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke.
"I need to get up. Will you get off of me please?"
Man, he actually was starting to sound polite. Maybe that was just my sleep-havened brain speaking – but he had said please!
Yes. Yes, it is my sleep-havened brain speaking. There's no way I would ever say or think something like that when I'm being coherent enough.
I raised my head and opened my eyes. I was looking straight into Devin's green eyes. Well, that confused me. I looked down only to see some of Devin's chest hair. ew. Ew...I looked back up at Devin and he was still smirking at me. The amusement was evident in his eyes. I looked back down to his haired chest that kind of grossed me out. Why was I even on top of it...? Oh my God! Finally I understood the amusement in his eyes.
I was lying directly on top of him. "Oh God." I mumbled as I scrambled to get off him as quickly as possible. There was only one problem with that – I rolled off the wrong side of the bed.
"Oof!" I exclaimed as I hit the hard, cold floor. "Owww." I moaned, sitting up and rubbing my backside. I looked over at Devin to see him looking at me. Surprise had flitted across his face when I fell off the bed – clearly he hadn't expected that. Then he startled me by laughing. He was laughing at me! Meh, I think I'll call it howling.
I stood up as calmly as possible, trying not to react to him. I knew that was what he wanted. Hmph. I would show him. I turned away from him and stormed into the bathroom grabbing my clothes on the way. A scowl already forming on my face. Okay.... So he had gotten to me... Next time he won't though.
After I had brushed the icky sleep taste from my mouth, I had taken my pajama shirt off (Which I had learned to leave on while brushing my teeth, or else I would get toothpaste all over the shirt I had planned to wear that day.) and was ready to put my shirt on when the door burst opened. I turned to shove the door closed on whoever it was, but before I could even twist my body halfway, I felt strong, warm hands grab my forearms and pull me out the door.
The door then shut and locked in my face. I didn't even get a glimpse of Devin; – though I knew it was him – it was so fast. I stood there in shock for about half a minute, thinking that I should really learn to lock the door next time, when I heard the toilet flush, the sink run for a few seconds – Surely he should wash them longer, shouldn't he? Remind me not to let him touch me anymore (Not that I ever did let him touch me, but still) – then the door opened.
I guess Devin didn't expect to see me standing there, because he stopped short. His eyes trailed down my torso, then abruptly came back to my face and he gulped. There was a faint trace of pink entering his cheeks.
Wait. Was he blushing? The only thing that came out of his mouth was the ever so intelligent: "Uhh," but the door opened before he could say anything that made sense. My body half turned to see who it was.
"Come on, get up! We gotta get to schoo– Devin?" Trey stopped and looked around the room. Clearly he wasn't used to Devin actually being out of bed this early. He noticed us, and his eyes also trailed down my body and widened a little before returning to normal, a smile appearing on his face. He was followed in by Steven, whose eyes didn't return to normal.
I don't get it. Why are they all staring at me like that? I looked back at Devin, who was glaring at Trey and Steven. I still didn't get it. I turned back to Trey and Steven, who were both staring at my....ahem. I looked down. My eyes widened. Oh. Oh. Shit. I wasn't wearing a shirt. Oh God, save me now. I was standing there in only a bra and pajama pants.
"Uh, did we, um, inter...upt, something?" Steven asked slowly, still staring at my almost naked torso.
I blushed. A lot. My entire body was red.
"No!" I yelled a little too quickly. They didn't believe me. The skeptical look on their faces told me so.
I turned back to rush into the bathroom, but that idiotic kid got in my way. Stupid Devin. I smacked right into his (Rock hard) chest. I nearly flew back and fell onto my butt, but his hands flew out reflexively and caught me around my bare waist, straightening me out.
My skin got even hotter and his hands felt significantly cold next to my body, though they were warm a few minutes ago. He let go of me immediately and stepped out of my way. I ran through the door and slammed it shut, locking it. I threw my baggy shirt on quickly and shoved my deodorant roughly under my arms.
I pulled off my pants and exchanged them for my jeans. I exited the bathroom to see that they were all still in the room, having not moved much. Trey's eyes roamed over me again making me blush. He winked at me.
I grabbed my school bag and left the room. I was walking down the hall when I heard a sleepy Alex call my name from down the hall. I turned. He gave me a quizzical look. "Why're you up so early?" He asked around his toothbrush. So it really sounded like this: "Why ar woo uh sho early?"
I didn't answer him. I just turned and made my way to the kitchen.
What a way to start the day.
A/N: Uhm, Okay. So, this is my first story that i've decided to put up. It isn't done, and it probably wont be done for a while because i'm a procrastonator and i keep switching back between stories 'cause i keep getting these good ideas to write some stories, then i can never concentrate to finish.... anyways, R&R? Lemme know what you think.