First Time Ever

Another First Encounter

Chapter-6

Another First Encounter

That was the first time ever I snuck into somebody’s room, with pure intentions of course. I just didn’t want to face a certain good looking bastard! Taking a sneak peek and making sure that the room was empty I kept the neatly folded sheet on his bed and throwing a last glance at the interior, went out after softly closing the door.

But before I could even turn fully around, I was slammed back first into the door. My eyes shut momentarily due to the impact.

“That hurt!” I hissed and opened them to see a guy standing in front of me, arms folded over his chest, grey eyes scrutinizing me, he was kind of frightening.

“What are you trying to steal?” he asked softly but there was a certain coldness to his voice that made shivers run down my spine.

“Steal?” I asked, dumbfounded.

Did I look like a thief? Glancing down at my choice of clothes for today I found that I couldn’t blame him, not entirely. Today was my day off and so I’ve opted to wear a printed floral lower and a cotton kurti.

Yup! I guess I did. Not the best selection of clothes. I mean who in their right mind would wear clothes like these?

He kept staring at me as if he was irritated by my mere presence.

“I wasn’t stealing anything,” I defended moving back a little, pressing my back further into the door. He stood too close for my liking.

“Huh, as if,” he scoffed and then grabbed my arm, “we’ll see.”

“Hey who the hell do you think you are!” I protested as he started dragging me towards the living area. “Let go!” I tried to jerk his hand away but he seem least affected by my protest.

Throwing me a look over his shoulder, he scolded, “Shut up!”

“Jerk!” I cursed, “ I said I wasn’t stealing anything.’

“Right,” when we reached the living area he literally threw me forward, I staggered a little but did not fall flat on my face. Thankfully.

“She was trying to steal from your room Night,” he announced smugly.

Three pair of eyes fixed on me, some amused, some surprised. I felt my left eye twitching.

“You asshole,” my voice dipped in poison, “how many times do I have to tell you I wasn’t stealing anything!”

“Then what were you doing sneaking in his room?” he questioned.

Keith stood up from the counter and came to me, “Really India, sneaking in my room?”

“Oh come on, now we’ve a thief in the house,” Rose commented from her place on the sofa, “You’ve stooped too low even for your own standard girl.” I was not sure whether she was joking or not. But I still felt like grabbing a knife and embedding it in her heart. b***h!

“I did not steal anything!” I announced in a loud clear voice, “You can check your belongings if you want,” I offered not looking up at Keith.

“Then what were you doing in my room?” he asked and the teasing note in his voice made my cheeks burn.

“Well?” the grey eyed i***t demanded.

“None of your business!” I snapped, “Who are you anyways?”

He seem a bit taken aback by the sudden change in topic.

“He’s Peter,” Brandon informed. He was leaning on the kitchen counter. Lita had gone out to run some errands.

“Oh!” that was all that came out of my mouth. So he was the final tenant of our apartment. Well somebody I had to share a house with and I already disliked him.

“And who the hell are you?” now that I paid attention, his accent was different, more regal, more refined and I realized that he was of British descent.

“Oh wow, now we’re exchanging pleasantries!” Rose, apparently tired of our bickering or maybe lack of action moved to her room.

I looked at Brandon, who just shrugged and went out on the porch after taking out a bottle of beer from the king sized refrigerator.

That left the three of us still standing in the middle of living area, which was awkward. I turned and was about to go to my own room when Keith called out, “You still haven’t answered the question India.”

Fine have it your way!

“I was returning your bed sheet,” I muttered under my breath, hoping he would hear.

“You what?” he moved closer to hear.

Taking a deep breath I turned to face him, “I was returning your bed sheet!”

“Oh,” he tapped his chin dramatically, “the same one you stained yesterday night?” he winked at me.

At first I didn’t really get why the wink and then the blush hit my face full force. I understood clearly what those words might sound to someone who didn’t know the truth.

“Stained yesterday night?” I repeated carefully and he smirked when we heard Peter huff, “Was it your first time in a guy bed?”

“You son of a b***h!” I cursed and jabbed him in the stomach, hard. Then turning on my heel strode back to my room, smiling in triumph when I heard him growl.

And that was the first time I ever abused that loud. But he totally deserved it.

And the sound of Peter laughing was like icing on the cake.

The rest of the afternoon went uneventfully, not that I mind. Thankfully no one brought up the ‘What were you stealing’ incident so it was quite peaceful.

Although I still felt like punching Peter’s teeth down his throat for accusing me and Keith’s for humiliating me but of course I couldn’t do either.

Being locked in my room seem like the best thing to do, I totally hated it when I didn’t have any lectures, with nothing to do I was constantly reminded of my home which wasn’t at all comforting.

There was a soft knock on the door and I was thankful for the distraction because once again I felt myself on the verge of crying with all those memories of home twirling around in my head.

“Come in,” I said, sitting up. Apparently Lita has yet not returned and that was one more reason why I was sulking, at least she kept me engrossed with her chats.

The door opened and Keith walked in. it seem like he was going out as he was dressed in a royal blue shirt and jeans, the top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing some skin, feeling a blush was on its way I averted my eyes to the bed instead.

“What do you want?” I asked, too softly for my liking.

“Now now India, show me some manners,” I could feel the smile playing on his lips.

He just loved this, doesn’t he?

“Right! And where were your manners this morning?” I looked up at him, the smile didn’t waver.

“Did I say anything but the truth?” standing at the side of the bed he looked a tad intimidating.

“No,” I answered, “but the way you said the truth was not acceptable.”

“Oh! So that’s what got me the jab?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine then,” he shrugged, “I came to apologize for this morning.”

Wait a minute, What! He was apologizing? To me?

Okay!

“Its okay,” was there anything else I could say? “but don’t try to pull that trick on me ever again.”

His smile turned into a smirk, “Since we’re giving warnings here,” kneeling on the bed, he looked at me. There was something dangerous in his eyes but I refused to back down, staring back at him. The next moment I found myself pinned to the mattress, both my wrists held above my head.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, struggling under him.

“Giving warning,” his voice was low, deadly, “don’t ever try hitting me again because next time you jab me I might just hit you back and we don’t want that now, do we?”

I looked at him, not believing it for a second. The Keith I knew was all fun and carelessness, this guy on top of me was nothing like him.

“Understood?”

I managed to nod.

“Good,” then he got off me and walked out.

I just lay there with jumbled thoughts, was that really Keith? It seem like his personality just took a three sixty.

God now I was afraid, my wrists still stinging from the force of his grasp. Now I had another reason to not like the guy.

But he had come to apologize and I knew his apology was sincere, I saw it in his eyes just like I saw his warning was.

“Well I am staying away from that guy!” I thought closing my eyes.