Starco : Bad Boy Turns Into A Cat

Ch 2 : A Cat? Yeah, that's totally believable

            (Star)

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Pardon me for screaming, but who wouldn't be screaming like someone's about to kill them when the first thing my lovely eyes land upon is a warm, figure of a guy.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming at all. After countless times of rubbing my eyes and probably risking my eyes to inflate like a balloon by my aggressive rub, I came to the conclusion that I wasn't in fact dreaming.

He was so close that warmth was radiating from his duh, body. He had a brown locks which all swayed to the side, a beauty mole--or so Jackie says, resting on his left cheek and long lashes like a girl's.

I blinked, then I realized what I was getting into.

The first thing I did was draped the duvet downwards, eyeing my body for any missing clothes. I let out a relieved sigh, and went back to the first problem at hand.

Who is he?

Is he a rapist? Robber? Kidnapper? I mean if he was either, he sure did a bad job. Shouldn't robbers immediately escape the house not decide to say, oh! There's a girl sleeping and so should I or something like that.

Well, the first rational thing to do was to scream. In terms of instinct and gut trust, I was horrible in that. In fact, I made worst decisions as I panicked and that didn't help the situation at all.

This time, the guy's eyes fluttered open and he hears my loud, agonizing scream. He covers his other ear with his free hand and the other....he proceeds to slam into my mouth shut.

I squirm from his hold, my mouth muttering inaudible noises as his hand covered my mouth, making me unable to scream for help. It didn't also help that the guy looked scary, he looked like he was ready to pounce and slit my throat.

Racking my brain with possible options to save myself, I decide with the best option possible; I bit his hand.

My teeth sunk into his flesh and he let out a involuntarily grunt, trying to suppress himself from screaming. He glares at me, hazel eyes piercing with anger as he looked he me deadly.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll kill you," he taunted, his voice into a deep threatening tone.

I shriek, nodding hastily as I didn't want to spare any second to put my life on line. He gives me a pointed look. "Don't scream."

I stared at him in wrecking anxiety. My heart was pounding rampant on chest that I swear I could power up an engine right up. Sweat started rolling down my neck as I laid there with him close to me, frozen

The last time I felt this nerve-wrecking emotion, was when I farted during English class and everyone went Sherlock to determine the suspect. It was I, but I got traumatized that I clenched up my butt the entire day.

"A-are you going to rape me?" I manage to murmur, trying to calm the fast paced of my heart. "--I'm not delicious."

He looks at me like I'm a creature from the other planet. His eyebrows arched downwards and stared at me in disbelief.

He motioned to open his mouth but the voice on the door across us startled the beejezus of me. My eyes immediately trailed to the frame of the door with my mother's shadow hovering from the small peekhole.

"Are you alright?" my mother says from the other side, worry evident on her tone. "--I heard screaming and I was wondering if something happened."

Help me! There's a psycho beside me and he's going to slit my throat and turn into a vampire and bite my neck and I'm going to give birth to a vampire and die but resurrect into a vampire.

That was random, but okay. I traced back to the guy still laying beside me, propping his index fingers to his lips, as if signalling me to keep quiet.

I scrunched my face at him. And why should I trust him? Oh yeah, he's going to kill me. He muttered huskily, his breath fanning my skin. "Don't tell her."

"I-I'm fine!"

I see him face-palming at me. I mean my voice wavered a bit and I sounded like I stubbed my toe but I think my voice would be able to fool my mother..somehow.

"I-I screamed because I found a cockroach around my, uh," I say, trying to rack up for any more believable lies. "---underwear..no! I mean, uh, in the toilet! Yes! Toilet!"

I cringed so hard I wanted to burry my face along the depths of the abyss. Underwear, really? Is that how much great of a liar I am? I'm the greatest liar, I mean one time I told my mom that our dog broke the vase and she outright told me we had no dog. Then I had proceeded to tell her about how I could see spirits and about this dog which I could only see.

That resulted in me getting grounded.

"Okay," my mother sounded skeptical but didn't further question. "---you coming down? Dinner's ready."

"I'll be down in a sec!" I chimed in, staring immensely at the guy eyeing me intently too.

Footsteps gradually grew softer until it was silent. I took this chance and rolled off the bed, which was not the brightest choice, but the only way I thought at that spare second where he let his guard down.

I let out a grunt as I clench on my head, hoping that I didn't get brain damage. I stood up and took a step backward my front facing him and onto my desk, my hand trying to feel anything to point it at him and gain superiority whilst eyeing him intently.

My hand comes across an object and I immediately grab it without second thought, pointing at him with a smirk. "You can't hurt me now, rapist."

He sat right-up in my bed, crossing his arms over his chest and let out a smug smile. "Oh really? And what are you going to do with that tampon? Shove it up my ass?"

I stare at the object I just grabbed and ultimate realization comes sinking into me. I turned furious red, immediately hiding my hands behind my back as I stammered. "I-I'm not afraid of you!"

He clicked his tongue. "Stupid."

"A-anyway, who are you? And what are you doing here?" I cleared my throat, trying to make him forget my blunder. "--if you need money, I'm broke. I spent it all on buying fortune cookies..and uh, tacos!"

He scoffed, picking his nose and then flickered his fingers to my direction. I squirmed, taking a step back. "I don't care about your damn money."

"Then what?"

"If it's my bod---"

"Are you insulting me?" he sneers, eyes piercing fury.

"What?" I say, confused.

He blinked. "What?"

"Don't you what me!" I screeched.

He groaned and rubbed the flesh in between his eyes as he gave me a dead panned look. "You're darn annoying. Anyway, if you just shut the hell up, I might be able to say something."

"I'm listening," I mutter, still on my on guard mode.

He sighs, then stands up from my bed and sauntered to my direction. I took a step back, my heart pacing once again as I felt a dead-end when my back was pressed tightly onto the concrete wall and with his figure coming close to mine.

He towered over me, a frustrated glint apparent on his eyes. He motioned to leaned in, his hair brushed against my skin, tickling me. His lips brushed my ears and I let an involuntary shiver.

He whispers in a low, baritone voice. "You see, I turn into a cat."

I blinked, wondering if he was messing with me and because of my stupidity, might think I might as well fall unto his lie. "A cat?"

"Exactly."

June 12, 2020

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