Modelesque

Modelesque: Chapter 11

Will's loud below caused me to stiffen, oh crap. I slowly lifted my head from gazing down at Will and assessed the situation. I was basically straddling a teenager and it did not look innocent.

I groaned, this was definitely not gonna be easy to explain. Why should you, he's evil. Who cares what he thinks anyways? Hmm... Good point. Why not have a little bit of fun?

"You're interrupting me," I snorted, as I grinned and I leaned down closer to Cole, while looking at Will.

Cole reddened and struggled from underneath me as Will stomped towards the bed, lifting me right off of his cousin and constricting me in his arms. His arms held my wrists tightly and he gripped me in a death hold, I felt powerless and angry.

"Get off! I was just about to get to the good part!" I yelled, while trying to hide the amusement in my voice.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but you're not doing it with my cousin! He's seventeen you cradle robber!" He yelled back at me, dragging me away from the bed and closer to the exit.

"Will, we were just messing around, she's just a friend!" He said with embarrassment in his tone, obviously confused with my words.

Poor boy won't understand your games! I'll just tell him later, it's fine.

I kicked at Will's feet, "Let GO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My anger and frustration bubbled inside of me, like a can of coke being shaken until its limit.

"You're killing my eardrums!" exclaimed Will, "Cole, get out of here! Go shower or something, I don't care, just go to your room!"

Cole's forehead creased with worry lines, as he slowly climbed off the bed and made his way out of the apartment, behind the wall to the door. 

I frowned as the door shut quietly and looked up at Will, who was staring back at me.

"What?!" I asked, exasperatedly.

Will kept his mouth closed, not moving a single inch. I inspected his face, noticing the bit of blond stubble that covered it and flawless skin, with green eyes that were as green as an emerald. I shivered at his handsome appearance, feeling too aware of our proximity. I felt my cheeks begin to heat up, wishing he wasn't so close to me.

The awkward silence was pestering me, I wanted him to let me go and just leave me be, but instead he kept his tight hold on my waist, refusing to give into my pleading.

I sighed, "Just let me go," I said softly, "Why are you kidnapping and working for these creeps?"

He stared at me sternly, finally relenting to my words. "It was my decision and it's what I have to do to support my family."

"You could get a perfectly normal job!" I challenged, unable to comprehend why he was mixed into this mess, he seemed like a normal, annoying guy.

"They chose me," he replied quietly, as he let go of my waist.

Will walked slowly towards the bed and began to rearrange the sheets and covers, sorting the pillows and placing them in their rightful place. I looked around the room and noticed he was a clean person, keeping everything in place and tidy.

I chuckled, I wish I was this organized.

Will turned back to look at me, with his eyebrows lifted up, questioningly. I froze in place, still unsure of his ways. I decided to keep my distance and gaze downwards, ignoring his stare.

He shrugged his shoulders and took a seat on the bed and reached the remote, turning the television on to the news.

"Model, Riley Hunterton, has gone missing from the after party of -" The television erupted, in a loud and sudden noise. Will instantly changed the channel, frowning at what he had just heard.