Cupid's Target

4- SO U THINK IM UGLY?

A couple minutes later, Wayne had met me at his car and by the time we got to my house, we still had an hour left to spend together.
The thought of it makes me gag.

We both sat in silence and he continuously tapped his knee up and down.

"Are you going to get out?" He rudely asked.
"We still have an hour left."
"So?"
"So!!"
"We don't have to spend it together."
"Amber is my best friend, I'm not going to do this to her."
"Well She's not my friend."
"Doesn't matter. Plus, didn't you lose a bet?"
"Yes."
"So, we both have to do this."
"Fine. Let's go inside though, I don't want your nasty germs in my car."

We were continuously snapping back at each other that the conversation had lasted less than a minute. It's like every time we spoke to each other we spoke with speed, wanting it to be over.

"Fine. You're lucky no ones home." I huffed and hopped out his car.
It was a gorgeous car, but a Very tall one. I was a decent height, but I still couldn't reach the floor.

"Are you planning to fuck me, Evelyn!!" He gasped.

Something about the way he said my name....

"You wish." I scoffed and slammed the door behind me.

We both headed to the front steps of the door, and the front door had already been unlocked.

"Umm Evelyn?" He questioned from behind me and shoved his hands in his pockets.

That was the second time I have ever heard him say my name. Not complaining.

"Y-yea?" I nervously replied, putting my hand on the handle.
"Now I'm no expert, but I'm more than positive you locked the door before you left, and your whole family is gone." He had now gotten in front of me and opened the door for me, making sure no one was there.

"No shit Sherlock, and I can protect myself, thank you very much." I pushed him out of the way and took my shoes off at the front door.
He gave me a blank stare, and I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Take your fucking shoes off. My mom will lose her shit if she sees you upstairs with them on." I threw my purse over the couch and made my way up the stairs.
I heard footsteps behind me, assuming he was following.

"Which one is yours?" He asked, staring at the multiple doors.
"The one I'm walking to??" I said in a duh tone. I felt him roll his eyes from behind.

I threw the door open to my bedroom and my jaw dropped. I did not remember how messy I left my room before leaving, but did I expect him
to come in? Absolutely not.

"Umm, give me a second." I push him out the doorway, back in the hall.
I don't care about Wayne's opinion, but it's still rude to present myself as a pig.

With no thought or time, I gather everything on the floor and shove it into my closet. That should do the trick right? I made sure my chair was empty so he could have somewhere to sit, and my bed was decently cleaned. Before I went to grab him, I sprayed the room.
Perfect.

I opened the door and gestured him to come him.
When he walked in, he took a brief look around, then began to walk around. He observed the walls with his hands in his pockets, like he was taking a scroll in the park. He looked at my  purple painted wall, the pictures I have hung of me and Amber everywhere. He saw my Harry Styles poster hidden in the corner, I heard a little chuckle leave his mouth. He tilted his head when it came to my movie shelf, and I've gotta admit it was cute. That was like the most emotion I've seen from him. After he was done, he shrugged and plopped on my bed.

"I'm exhausted." He sighed, cuddling in the corner of my bed with my body pillow.
"How many hours of sleep did you get?" I asked, trying to make conversation of course. sitting on my bed where I usually sleep, sitting in criss cross apple sauce with my head leaned back on my bed frame.

"12 hours." He groaned and turned to his side.
"How many !?" I jumped up and gasped.
"What? It's usually 15, but I had to cut it short, sadly." He sat up, but this time he rolled closer to me.

I had realized we were actually having a normal conversation, so of course I had to ruin this awkward, but yet peaceful moment.

"Wow I guess it makes sense that an ugly beast needs that much sleep." I chuckled to myself and sat by his stomach.
I saw his jaw drop from the corner of my eye, but it immediately lifted and turned into a smirk.
"So you think I'm ugly?" He asked now sitting a bit up, and wrapped one of his arms around my waist.

yuck. I immediately removed it, but pulled his body by his arm so he was now sitting up with me. I turned my body to where my face was facing his, but he tackled me down to lay with him.

Ever heard of a personal bubble?

"I do." I confidently said and smiled right in his gorgeous face.
"Not." He added to the end of my sentence.
"I do." I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.
"Not. You do not." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and booped my nose.

Seriously, why are people so bipolar? He didn't want to say a word to me before, and now he will not get off

The thing is... I didn't want him to back off anymore.

"Let's go to sleep." He hugged me tighter, and scooted up to the top of my bed with my pillows.

"What was that!? It looks like you're the one who wants to fuck me now, Wayne." I got up from the bed, unraveling myself from his grasp. I haven't fully realized that I'm sitting in my bed, no not sitting, laying in my bed with Wayne.

I hate Amber.

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep so I can leave." He put me over his shoulder and slammed me on the bed.

Not placed me, he slammed me.

"Ouch! What the fuck dude!?" I yelled and rubbed the small of my back.
"Did it hurt?" He sat on the edge of my bed and turned to me.
"Yes!" I groaned and shoved my face in my pillow.
"Good." He proudly smiled.

Dick.

"Alright, get to bed." He put his hand out for me to high five and I stared at him confused.
He returned the same look, making me roll my eyes and high five him back.

"Goodnight, Evelyn." He stood from my bed and stood over me like some angel or something.

"You can leave now." I closed my eyes and cuddled with my body pillow.

I squinted my eyes open, and he was gone.

Lots of luv- j!