a dark night

chapter 6 His POV

 she was dangerous. she was dangerous without even knowing it.

ever since i saw her under the covers in my bed i haven't been able to think of anything else. she was constantly on my mind, every fucking minute of the  day. she'd pop up out of nowhere and even when she was gone from my head she'd pop up in real life and it started all over again. i wanted to be nasty to her, i wanted her to leave me alone, i wanted to create distance between is because she was making me feel things i fucking hated. nobody ever wanted top get close to me once they knew about my personality, nobody cared what i did or where i went but this girl just couldn't stay away from me, she wanted to be the hero ans ave another lonely soul, but she couldn't 

whatever she did, i'd forever be lonly, that's who i was, what i was brought up to know. she wanted to get closer and i was annoyed because if she did then  she'd cause me to open up and i'm a book that is completely glued; i refused to open up completely. it didn't have to be this way, maybe i didn't have to be so alone. but i just couldn't do it, i couldn't seem to want to even when my body was screaming  for it, for her. as soon as i went back to my room, i slammed the door shut in anger. i was angry again, because of a fucking girl. why did she have to be on my mind? i took my top off and flung it across the room, not caring where it landed. i then laid down on top of my bed and buried my head into the pillow. 

i was almost twenty two years of age and i had no life what so ever. i was always protecting myslelf but that meant i sacrificed a lot of friends. every time i'd try to be friend;y, i'd come across harsh. i didn't want company, i'd rather be alone, that's just who i was. i got up form my bed with a sigh. as i went to the ash tray across the room,o couldn't help but wonder whether emily-. enough. i had to stop my wandering thoughts. it was starting to piss me off. i need a cigarette. i opened the packets and it one up, i didn't care about the no smoking rules. i needed a cigarette.  i didn't smoke a lot,only when i was stressed. i used to because i was stressed and angry all the time. it wasn't a habit, just something witch could help me when i neded it. it relaxed me, it brought me back down to reality. 

i was pretty realistic and pessimistic anyway, but i liked to know my feet were glued to the floor. just as i was about to stub it back into the ash try, there was a knock on the door. i blew out the remaining smoke. it flew across the air and round me and huffed before opening a window. i then made my way over. " what?" i grunted as i opened the door. i wasn't in the right fraim  of mind for fucking cit chat. "hey."  her voice flooded my ears and my god she just has to turn up didn't she? now my body was hyper aware, my nerve endings where alive and my heart was beating faster." i was just wandering whether you had some sugar?" she asked sweetly after a couple of seconds without answering .

her sent invaded my room and surroundings. it took me so long to get her sent out of this room and here she was. " i don't have sugar." i lied, everyone has sugar, it was a viral part of living. i didn't sleep much and i din't know where i'd be without it. i just needed her to go. i couldn't have her here, i couldn't be around her any longer than necessary, it was beginning to piss me off knowing how i was reacting to her. it's like i wanted to give her everything she needed. her dark blond hair and her bright blue eyes were tempting and cute and lovely and i needed to stop this. " course you do." i was just about to shut the door in her face but she stopped it with her two hands. she was stronger than i thought. she pushed the door back, and i felt her looking at my chest. " you've got a tattoo?" she asked in astonishment.

i didn't reply but she came into my room anyways.