Chapter 8
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In an hour I hear the door knock three times the signal that Alex and I came up with. I walk over to the door quietly, because my brother is asleep and I don't want to wake him up, only to face the wrath of him. I open the door, to reveal the infamous smirk of Alex Parker.
"Hey, sweetheart."
He said in a husky tone, my heart skipped a beat, I don't want to think it was because of him.
I look at what he is wearing, a leather jacket, (so cliche) black skinning jeans, and a white polo. I realize I was staring for a while when he says "My eyes are up here, sweetheart."
I right then and there turn into the color of a tomato, however when I look up he smiles and doesn't smirk, I think no conceited remark or facial expression, but that's the mind mistake I made because he says
"If I were you I would stare at me all day I get it, honey."
He says the last part all fan girl like and I laugh before saying "That doesn't make sense."
He laughs before saying,
"Babe, when you're with me everything makes sense." I snort and roll my eyes at him.
"Did you just snort?" He asks stifling a laugh.
I glare at him before walking up to my room and when he doesn't follow, I look back to see him staring at my bum (or that is what it looked like) He still doesn't notice me staring at him staring at my bum, so I snap. "Eyes are up here, Sunshine."
I fake smile then glare at him.
"It's not my fault you have a nice ass sweetheart, it's just like it's not my fault that you always gawk a my hotness."
I glare at him, "I. Do. Not. Gawk. At. Your. Hotness."
I say slowly, but deathly quiet, he smirks, "Oh, so you admit that I'm hot? You're not so bad yourself Chica."
He winks, giving me a once over, then he licks his lips. I blush resembling a firetruck and stomp my way up the stairs, not caring about my brother, who doesn't like the excuse of a eighteen year old man, more like eighteen year old man child.
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"Pass the popcorn." Alex says, putting his legs over my lap. We were currently on the couch in my bedroom watching "World War Z" I love zombie movies. I pushed his legs off of my lap and put my legs on his lap
"You ate all of the popcorn ten minutes ago."
I remind him smirking.
"Well make some more." He says smirking back.
"You have two legs and I'm pretty sure you know how to use a microwave, get some yourself."
He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Well, I don't wanna get caught by your brother, so I suggest you make some more."
I glare at him. "But, I don't want popcorn and my brother is sleep so you go make it."
I hear him groan and I smirk.
"I hate you." He says, I look up at him.
"Aww, I love me too."
He just shakes his head fighting back a chuckle.
Later, he comes back with popcorn and I reach my hand to get some put he smacks it away.
"No, you made me go through blood, sweat, and tears to get this I'll be damned if I let you have some."
"But, you're in my house and you went in my kitchen, are you getting it? therefore, it's my popcorn."
I grab a handful, I eat my popcorn and smile when I see him grumbling.
"What was that?" I say innocently.
He looks at me and glares.
"Nothing." I chuckle hitting his head.
"Thought so."
And that Ladies and Gentleman is me getting my way for Ya.
- Writer
