Runs In The Family

Competition

TRIXIE'S POV:

I flicked through the shows on Netflix as I got comfy in Hendrix's bed. I loved his room. From the blue curtains to the white walls. The white sheets were kinda sus though.

"Make yourself at home" he said sarcastically, walking in with two plates in his hands.

"Oh I will, baby" I said, reaching over for my plate as his cheeks went red. I smirked, sitting back in my place and resting the plate on the covers. He set his plate on the nightstand and pulled his shirt off.

Like I said, he knew what he was doing.

"Don't you dare get food on my sheets" he said, getting in next to me.

"Or what?"

"Trixie-"

"Or what, Hendrix?" I repeated, getting all up in his face. He looked down at me, licking his lips seductively.

"Or I'll kill you, Trixie Rosario" he whispered. I pressed my lips together as he placed his last name after my name. The goosebumps appeared on my arms as he started to lean in, resulting in me turning my head back to the TV.

"Eat your food, Rosario" I said, staring ahead. He sighed and looked down at his food.

"I'd rather eat you"

"What?"

"What?" he repeated, looking at me innocently and raising his eyebrows. I narrowed my eyes at him as we started eating.

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"You're a good chef" I said, placing my empty plate on his. He chuckled to himself before wrapping an arm around my shoulder to pull me closer.

"My Dad taught me everything I know"

I felt a shiver go down my spine as he mentioned Alejandro. He noticed immediately and apologised.

"I didn't mean to scare-"

"No it's fine" I reassured him, redoing my hair.

"Okay, from now on, we don't mention our parents at all" he said. I furrowed my brows at him, he was the only one mentioning them, but I agreed anyway.

"Deal" I said, laying back against the headboard and turning my phone on. There were a few messages.

Mom: I thought I asked you to clean your room? Where are you?

Dad: Come home, your Mom's angry with you and she's taking it out on me and Levi

Levi: get your ass home

I laughed and replied to Lenny with "ok". I knew it would only irritate him further which I loved.

"Do we have to watch basketball?" I asked, turning my phone off and resting my head against his shoulder.

"It's the Boston Celtics" said Hendrix, not making any sense at all "of course we do".

HENDRIX'S POV:

I felt her head against my shoulder and wrapped an arm around her. The game had only just started, I'd been called out by a few friends to watch it together but I'd rather just stay with her instead.

I looked down at Trix to see she'd fallen asleep on me. I had heart eyes for her. I lowered the volume a little so she wouldn't be disturbed before brushing the hairs away from her face.

I heard my phone ringing and quickly picked it up, looking at the caller.

AMELIA

I furrowed my eyebrows and carefully leaned over Trixie to look outside to see a black car pulling into in my driveway.

"Fuck" I whispered. I gently laid Trixie down in my bed properly and pulled the sheets over her. I leaned down and kissed her forehead before getting out of bed and pulling a shirt over myself.

I made my way downstairs and opened the front door, slipping outside quickly.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked angrily, walking over to her. She leaned against her car, smiling at me. But I didn't want anything to do with her. At least, not anymore.

"I missed you too, baby" she said. I cringed whenever she called me shit like that.

"You don't get to call me that anymore" I said.

She was wearing a black mini skirt and a white cami top with a black blazer. Nothing about her was attractive to me anymore.

"Then what do I call you?" she asked, taking a step towards me.

"Can you leave? I don't want you here" I said, holding a hand out to stop her coming closer.

"But we were so good together" she said, pouting at me.

"Yeah that was before you cheated on me"

"It was an accident!" she yelled "I've apologised so many times, what more do you want me to do!?"

"Die"

I moved my face closer to her for that part. I had nothing but hatred for the woman who broke my heart into a million pieces and walked out of my life like it was nothing in the first place.

TRIXIE'S POV:

My eyes flickered open as I reached out for Hendrix. But he wasn't here. I sat up, running my eyes as I heard someone arguing outside. I turned right to look out the window and saw Hendrix stood with another girl.

His face was close to hers but he was mad. Not mad like irritated, mad like he could kill any minute now.

She was angry too, she showed it by pushing him backwards, shouting in his face. He shook his head and walked back inside. I got out of bed and went downstairs, leaning on the banister as he saw me.

"Who was that?" I asked. He smirked, coming over to me.

"Your competition"

I narrowed my eyes at him as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and placed a finger under my chin, tilting my face upwards.

"Head up though, you're in the lead"

I opened my mouth to speak but he winked at me and walked into the kitchen instead. I followed him, growing more curious by the second.

"Who was she, Hendrix?"

"A friend"

"Okay, so punch her"

He looked at me as if I was crazy. I was, and? He laughed softly and shook his head.

"I don't touch women like that, Trix"

I crossed my arms and went to sit on a breakfast stool, sulking as he came over to me. He placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, moving closer to me. I felt my breathing quicken and thanked my lucky stars that I'd left the band at home.

"Why are you moody?" he asked, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Cause competition was never in the contract"

"Tough" he whispered, leaning in and kissing my lips for a split second before pulling away and walking out the kitchen. He glanced at me from behind his shoulder.

"Get used to it"