Winning

Chapter 9: Unknown

Alisa's POV:

Its the next day, Saturday, the day where evyerone gets to sleep in and doesn't have to worry about anything but apparently that isn't working well with me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

That noise has been going on for 10 minutes. 10 fucking annoying, dreadful minutes that just keep going on and on.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Oh God! How much longer is this horrible noise going to keep going? I thought to myself as I had to peel my eyes open to see where the noise was coming from. I pull myself up and over my bed, with a pounding headache, I look up towards the window by my bed to see a finger tapping impatiently. Out all of the things in this world it had to be fucking tapping fingers that woke me up at . .

"It's fucking 6 in the damn morning!!" I whisper-yelled at the air while flailing my arms around like a crazy person. Even though I knew whoever was on the other side of the window couldn't hear me say that I still had to get it out before I strangle this person for stealing my sleep!

Opening the window I pull up the lock and finally see the fucker who woke me up, "What the fuck do you WANT?!" I began to yell at the person even though I was partially still sleeping and couldn't tell who was the current person that was now climbing through my window and standing in my room.

Rubbing my eyes I finally get a good look at the person and notice its someone I really don't feel like talking to right now. More like trying to rip his head off and making him watch me rip his. . I'm not even going to finish that thought, "Ugh! Just the person I don't want to see right now." I said crossing my arms.

"Nice seeing you too Blonde." He smirked as he mimicked me, crossing his arms across his bare chest. Wait. Bare?!

"Your. . Umm. . . Your not wearing a sh-shirt." I said quietly as I slowly uncrossed my arms and began looking down, my face turning a light shade of red.

"Why, yes I am shirtless," He said his smirk growing wider, "Does that bother you Blonde." I see what he's trying to do here! He knows I'll be less angry if I'm distracted.

"Nope! Nope. Nope. Nope." Well this is apparently going no where with his shirtless, cute, fine self. NO!

"Could you stop checking me out and let me explain why I'm here?" He said with a huge grin on his face, as my cheeks heated up. He noticed that I was uncomfortable under his hard stare and the grin he once had vanished in a second. I started towards my closet to get something to cover up now feeling a bit self-concious about what I was wearing, short shorts and a crop top. What? In my defence it gets hot at night! Just as I reached for the knob, to my closet, he grabbed my wrist softly. Slowly turning around to meet his chesnut eyes as he looked at me with a soft gaze. He opens his mouth as if he were to say something, but then closed it as I had dropped my gaze to the floor.

"Please. Let me explain?" Is that why he is fucking closing me in? Just so he can explain some shit that had happened, some shit that I'm not even sure if I'm angry about any more!?

"Fuck you." I spat out in disgust as I push him hard in the chest even though I knew he wouldn't falter his position, "Your a fucking dick!" I said getting louder as tears brimmed my eyes. I repeatedly hitting him in the chest, even though I knew he wouldn't budge.