My Gangster Girl and Me.

Chapter 10 [Part 2]

Liam's P.O.V.

I was not sure if it was the ringing of the bell that woke me up or if it was the clatter of silverware, but I sure as hell did remember how I had woken up. There was a soft tickle on my neck and the side of my face. A cold breeze blew around me, only intensifying the sensations on my skin.

I tried to move, to get away from whatever it was that was tickling me, from whatever it was that was disturbing my sleep, when I realized that this thing was really weighing me down. One entire side of my body was actually trapped under something, something warm and soft, and not too heavy, but heavy enough to immobilize me. If it wasn't for the tickling, I wouldn't have really tried to move out of this whole situation, I was quite comfortable there.

A mild headache took over a lot of my thoughts when I tried to open my eyes.

It was too bright, I did not know why. I usually put my blind down before going to bed, why hadn't I done that last night. The light was really fucking with my head.

Something, the same something that had me pinned down, moved on top of me, letting out a low groan.

It was not a something then.

It felt like the person on top of me was trying to snuggle in closer. There was more tickling, something fine was fanned out all over the top of my chest and parts of my neck and face, tickling, sticking to my skin there. It took a few seconds for me to realize that I was, in fact, cuddling with someone. My limbs were locked into place, wrapped around someone else's. The person on top of me was breathing too, I could feel their body move ever so slightly, out of sync with my own breath, soft and rhythmic.

This was really, really nice.

Well, except for the headache that was growing really starting to call for my attention, and the bright fucking light that I could not really seem to escape, and the noise, all of that clatter that seemed to be getting clearer and louder by the second.

When I opened my eyes, my vision was obstructed by fine strands of honey-colored hair.

What the fuck.

I froze up, trying to shake the mess off of me, but trying to be careful enough so as to not disturb the person to whom this hair obviously belonged.

It was Alex, of course, it was Alex, her head resting on my chest, hand tucked under her chin, her face serene and peaceful. She looked like an angel, glowing with innocence and warmth, her features were so exquisite, just resting like that, completely free of any kind of emotion or thought, absolutely content. It was her limbs that were entangled with mine, it was her leg that was pulled up over my thigh.

What happen next, I really would never be able to explain it.

What I can tell you though, was that the events that followed were quite spontaneous and, in hindsight, quite stupid.

I shrieked and scrambled, jumping away from where the two of us had been sleeping.

My scream had managed to wake the entire place up, every single person in there had their eyes trained on me. What I had also managed to do was to wake Alex up, by somehow pulling her out of our seat along with me. Alex, who had landed on the cold, hard floor right next to me, and was now struggling to pull herself up too, completely awake now, and alert, already, searching for a threat, for anything out of place or dangerous. Her eyes were wide, completely lucid.

I blanched at the fact that this girl had somehow managed to get hold of a butter knife, amidst all of the commotion, and had it up in front of her, already, looking lethal and absolutely prepared for a fight.