My Beautiful Mistake

Chapter Five

It had been some time since I lost my first kiss to the most perfect stranger. Questions had clouded my mind since then. Why did he even kiss me? Was he thinking about me at this second? Did he miss me like I missed him?

I bit my lip in embarrassment as I realized how utterly love-struck I sounded. My mind flashed back to that memorable day.

We broke apart after what seemed like hours, but I still felt a need for more. I wanted his lips on mine again. I wanted him to touch me. He stared at me for a second and then groaned.

"I can't!" He whispered frustratingly to himself.

I placed a gentle hand on his hand. He did not make eye contact with me.

"What can't you do?" I asked in a soft voice.

His head darted up and I nearly started hyperventilating. He looked completely different from the person he was a couple seconds ago. He had a more aggressive and intense look to his face that gave off the vibe of a serial killer.

"This! I can't get close to you! This won't work. You'll just end up dead like the last w***e I had!" He growled angrily.

Whore? Excuse me? But, wait...dead?

My chest began to rise and fall rapidly as I began to get extremely anxious.

He sighed in frustration. My body stiffened at the terrifying sound that emitted from him.

He turned around and left.

He left. Without another word. Without a goodbye. I really needed to teach this man some manners.

It was safe to say that I was completely and utterly confused. Aiden's temperament seemed completely unorthodox and his entire demeanor seemed to go between emotional and caring to heartless and arrogant. Not to mention, scary. 

I knew near to nothing about this guy, yet I had become completely infatuated with the mere idea of his existence. Was it the mystery I was chasing after, or that he seemed completely unattainable? He seemed to be fighting against himself over whether to be with me or not. He clearly thought I was worthy of being with him, yet his behavior said differently.

Was I just a plaything? Was that even possible? I had only met this guy twice. Or was it because I seemed so vulnerable and easy to prey on? 

I found myself biting on my lip and so deep in thought that I didn't even realize Matt was speaking to me.

"Brookie, did you even hear me?"

I looked up to find Matt glaring at me. He must've been trying to talk to me for some time.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

He sighed in annoyance. "I said, I found a cheap place for me and Evie to live. We're moving out. Thought you'd like to know."

"Thats great!" I exclaimed rather too enthusiastically for the situation causing him to furrow his eyebrows.

"Oh, I just meant that its good that you guys will have your own place. Thats all." I laughed nervously hoping to play off my enthusiasm for having my own place again.

A light grin crossed his face. "Don't worry you don't have to explain yourself to me. I know we've been a burden and I don't wanna impose anymore. Besides, now you can have your privacy to jack off in private."

I felt my cheeks begin to heat up and I quickly got up and smacked his head. He took a step back laughing and walked back into the kitchen.

I flopped back down onto the sofa. With Matt and Evelyn gone, I would have my space back, but I had come to like having Evelyn around. It was nice to have someone to talk to.

Speak of the devil and here she arrives. 

"Hey, sis." she spoke nonchalantly. 

What is it with these people? One walks in when the other walks out. It's like a whole scene from a movie or something.

"Hey!" I tapped the spot next to me for her to sit down.

"So what's up?"

"I heard you're moving out."

She smile warmly. "Yea, we finally found a place. And as much as I've enjoyed your company, I think it's better for all of us."

Oh, did she not like living with me? "Yea..."

She saw the worried expression on my face and rushed to correct her statement. "No, hon it's not like that. I just mean that me and Matt need our own place you know? But besides that, what's up with you? You've been kind of zoned out for a couple days now."

"So you know that guy that was here the other day?"

She grinned knowingly. "You mean Aiden."

"Yea. Him. How does Matt know him?"

She shrugged. "The hell if I know. Besides, I wouldn't wanna step anywhere near Aiden. I've heard bad things about him. I mean he's hot, yea, but trust me, he's trouble."

I guess that made sense. It was probably best not to pursue it then, especially with the bipolar attitude he's been exhibiting throughout each encounter. 

"I guess you're right."

"Yea, well that doesn't mean there aren't a whole lot of other guys who wouldn't want a piece of that." she winked at me.

"I think its time we went clubbing, you know. We only have a few days left together anyways."

Wait, what? I had never been to a club before, much less an actual party with drinking and all that scandalous stuff. It was safe to say I had pretty much been housed up since my childhood. 

"Sure why not."  a slight grin swept across my face and she giggled.

She grabbed my arm and dragged me to my room. "Well, we can't have the guys drooling over you in sweatpants, honey."

She opened my closet and surveyed the clothes. Oh god, what did I agree to.

"Well, you certainly don't kid when you say you're just at college for studying. But, I might have just the thing for you." She ran from my room and appeared a moment later with a slinky, black dress on her arm.

"Oh no, I am not wearing that."

She chuckled. "Oh, yes you are."

Great. Just great.