How To Be Human

How To Get Some Answers

Chapter 25 : How To Get Some Answers

"Alexa."

I kept my eyes on the TV screen.

"Alex."

I blinked.

"My little whipped cream."

I ignored the name completely.

"Micul meu frisca."

I couldn't understand what he said, so it made it easier to ignore.

"Kid."

The bottom of my lip turned into a sneer without my allowance.

"Ah, a reaction," Warren purred, getting up in my face. He blocked my view of the TV, so with a hard shove, he fell back onto the bouncy bed. "Kid. Stop ignoring me. C'mon, kid. Kid. Stop it, kid. Kid, you're pissing me off. Am I pissing you off, kid? Kid, kid, kid, kid, kid - fuck - "

I slammed a pillow onto his head. I then adjusted myself to get comfortable once more and kept my eyes on the screen. Warren tossed the pillow off of his face and sighed. He was laying near my legs, his black hair messily laying all over the place. His dark brown eyes looked up at me. "You know, I have other ways to make you talk. Painful and non-painful. Which one do you want to try first? What was that? Oh, painful? Alright."

In three seconds flat he had me on my back, on the bed, pinning my arm behind me like the time he chased me in the park. I let out a grunt of pain, but otherwise ignored him completely. "Talk dirty to me," He snickered, pulling on my arm tighter. I dug my head into the bed to ignore the pain.

After a couple of moments of trying both arms, he gave up. I let out a breath and sat back up on the bed, giving him no emotion. No glares, no middle fingers, no nothing. I just resumed watching TV, because I knew this would get him annoyed. It worked perfectly. I saw the annoyance flickering in his eyes.

"Okay," He dragged out rather dramatically. "Let's go with the non-painful, now."

I ignored him as he threw me a flirty smirk. He came closer to me, but I stood my ground. I stayed completely still and gave the TV my undivided attention. I felt him touch my arm, so I went to pull away, but he grabbed onto it like a leech. His lips flattened to my hand, pressing a kiss to it. He trailed up my arm until he got to the edge of my tank top.

It became very hard to ignore him now. I couldn't give in and push him away, because it would be a reaction, which was what he wanted. His lips trailed over my neck and I could feel his teeth, not his fangs, graze my skin. I gritted my teeth together. He was going to give me a hickey and I could do nothing about it.

I clutched my hands into fists. He was breathing hard in my ear now, all on purpose. His lips pressed against the skin under my ear. "You're good," He purred and pulled away. I released my hands so I looked relaxed and continued watching the TV. To be honest, I didn't even know what I was watching.