Resist Me, I Dare You [completed]

Chapter 4

I pull on a casual short dress and slip on my heels. I curled my hair and let it hang down my shoulders. We were having another one of dad's co-workers over tonight. His boss actually. Mr. Mathews is his name. He should be arriving soon with his wife and son. The doorbell rings and I bounce over to it. I put a smile on my face and open it. A couple appears in front of me and I let them in. The woman was tall and had brown hair that cascaded down her back in a straight manner. Her eyes had two wings of eyeliner that flew over her top lids much like mine. She had a gorgeous red dress on that stopped by her knees. All in all, she was gorgeous. The man had on a suit and he was very handsome. He had dark hair and a very muscular build.

"Nice to meet you Mister and Misses Mathews. I'm Kat." I say.

"Nice to meet you, Kat. Your father speaks greatly of you." The woman exclaims with a bright smile. I start to close the door when a foot came between the hinges and the door itself so I opened it wider to see who it was. My face grew in horror. Good Lord of the unicorns and cheese, why did you do this to me?
You know that feeling you get when you just want to slam the door in someone's face? Yeah well I'm feeling alot of that right now.
"So are you just going to drool or are you going to let me in?" He says. Okay, three hints. He is the most popular thing in my school after only 2 days, a major jerk-wad, and looks better with a little stubble on his chin and his hair held up by hairspray or gel. Ding, ding, ding, ding!!
It's Nolan, Westclear High's new and shiny badboy. After I don't answer, he steps by me shaking his head.

"Mrs. Matthews, please take a seat." My mother says, smiling warmly at our guests. Mrs. Matthews, Nolan's mom, nods and shares the same excited and happy smile with my mom. Okay, guess the only thing to do is ignore the eyes that are burning through me and the body that goes along with them.

"Kat, hunny, did you meet our guests?" My mother seats herself beside Mrs. Matthews. The fathers take that moment to sit at the edges of the table leaving two open spots right beside each other for Nolan and myself. Just great.

"Yes. It is a pleasure meeting you both." I smile warmly because why not?

"So Kat, have you met our son, Nolan?" Mr.Matthews asked, sticking his fork into his food.

"No." "Yes." Nolan and I say at the same time. Oh holy skittles help me. I turn my head to see him looking at me with that darn smirk of his. Too bad it doesn't affect me. The adults laughed at our manner of nervousness- well, mine. We were finishing up our food with small talk between the adults. It was great. Mom cooked steamed veggies with steak and rice. We were also going to have cupcakes for desert. That's what I'm looking forward to.

"Nolan, can you pass the salt?" Mr. Matthews asks. Nolan was closer to the salt but he turned to me and asked the most unnecessary question.

"Can you pass the salt." He batted his eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him before he added, "please?"

"The salt's in front of you." I smile falsely to him. He seemed unfased by this.

"But, I'm asking nicely." He replied.

"That doesn't matter. You're closer." I say, leaning closer and poking him in the chest. He held my hand in place on his chest.

"Don't EVER touch me." He says slowly, making his point as clear as glass.

"You know, it's okay, I'm closer anyway." Mr. Matthews said and I blush at our posistion. The mothers had that look on their faces when they want to play matchmaker and the dads had a risen eyebrow. By now, our faces were closer than before and his breathing was bothering me. He scanned my face, and then his eyes landed on my lips. I bit them in attempt to hide them but he just smirked and let go of my hand. I quickly started stuffing food down my throat to keep my mind occupied while the adults talked and then his hand landed on my thigh. I managed to choke on my food and someone, not calling names, starts chuckling their sexy smirk off. Wait, WHAT?! I meant, fugly butt off.
My mom gave me a pointed look when my father had brought up a work topic. It seemed serious and instead of talking about it, everyone's eyes were glued to me. I flushed and excused myself. I climbed up the stairs without looking back and pulled the door of my bedroom up behind me. I plop on my bed, drowning out my embarrassment in my pillow. I might have messed this up for dad AND Nolan probably thinks I'm weird. This is a nightmare. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. It wasn't hard to tell who it was because a deep chuckle filled my large bedroom.

"You know, for a nerdy klutz, you seem to be pretty amusing." He says. I groan and throw a pillow in the direction the voice came from and muffled a "get out." He did the exact opposite. I felt the bed sink under his weight. Ugh. Can't I be a wizard and conjure up a spell to Get rid of badboys? He chuckled.

"No. There isn't one. And there's no getting rid of me." He says. I sit up and face him.

"I said that out loud?"

"Yes. You did." He leaned back on his elbows.

"Uhm, not to be rude but this is my room, can you please get out?" I ask, looking him in the eye.

"Oh, sure. I'll just go downstairs and tell my dad, who is the boss of your dad, that you simply weren't being good hosts and maybe he should just keep looking for someone else to get that promotion." He says, shrugging and walking to my door. I get up and sigh.

"No."

"That's kind of what I thought." He walked over to me, his figure hovering above me.

"Wait, so you're just going to blackmail me and think that you're going to get away with it?" I ask. He starts walking toward me so I move backward. When my back finally hits a wall, he stops.

"My father has power over your father which gives me authority over you." He leans closer. I snort, not being able to control my laughter.

"That makes zero sense." I say after sobering up.

"Okay, put it this way, if don't do what I say, I'll just tell my dad to forget about that dandy promotion he was thinking about offering to your dad." He explains. This time, I don't snort. I don't know if the fact that the new bad boy of Westclear High School said dandy or if his blunt blackmail made me more scared.

"So you are blackmailing me." I concluded.

"Smart girl." He pats my hair.

"Wait but, that-that's not fair." I pout. "I mean, c'mon, what could I possibly do for you? " I ask, folding my arms over my chest.

"When the time comes, you will see, nerd." He winked, and turned abruptly to exit my bedroom. "See you next week, nerd." Wait, how did he know that I'd be out until next week.

"Uhm, how did you-" He closed my door, leaving me and my thoughts. That was by far the worst and most interesting business dinner my family has ever had.
It's funny because his parents seem nice. But how could such nice people give birth to the spawn of Satan?
I can't believe he's blackmailing me. Stupid badboy. Stupid Nolan Matthews.