falling for the Badboy

chapter eight

The door clicked open– shit....I didn't lock it?

And in came Greek God.

There was a dramatic pause until I spoke up to the asshole now sitting on my bed.

"What do you want? A thank you? I didn't ask for your services you know. Plus free dinner should be enough to cater for it."

"You talk too much." He said, sighing in some way.

"What do you want Christian?"

"I came to say bye."

"Good now you can lea-"

" and to check if you're okay. Which I can see you're not."

He's annoying.

"Don't beat yourself up too much Victoria. You can talk to me if you want to."

I hate you already, but I love how my name sounds when you say it.

"Leave, I want to sleep." I said, getting up from my bed and heading for the door.

He stood up after me and I turned to face him when I could feel his breath on my neck. He was right behind me.

Facing him only made the close proximity worser. I took a few steps back cowardly.

He fucking followed suit.

I hit the wall. No where else to go.

"Wha...what do you want Christian. Just leave." I hissed.

He put his hand on either side of my shoulders. Blocking my senses because all I could breath was him.

His eyes looked at my lips before looking back at my eyes.—jerk.

I felt so trapped and-

Fuck, he was kissing my lips and I couldn't find it within me to push him away.

He tasted sweet and minty and all things godly. What was odd was that he tasted.......familiar?

I pushed him away the minute familiarity hit.

Who really was this guy.

"You should leave."

"Goodnight vee." He said and walked out of my room, closing the door behind him.

I rushed and made sure i locked it this time.

What the fuck just happened?

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"Hold my hand Ricky, I can't lose you. I can't lose another agent. I'll....I'll pull you up."

"I'm already wounded agent vee. Always remember to trust yourself. I have to let go now, go save the world, you're stronger than you think " Ricky said, letting go of my hand and falling down the cliff.

I pull my gun out of sorrowful fury. I'll put an end to this war.

Before I could move, the sound of a bomb going off gave me a ringing like never before.

It's was irritating and sounded much like........my alarm.

Alarm.

Shit.

I woke up from my sleep, immediately grabbing my phone and checking for the time. Soooooo.....I was dreaming.

God I hope I'm not late again.

05:32

Good. That means I have time to run up the treadmill. I haven't done that in 2 days now.

After a short workout, I took a bath and dressed up in my new school uniform. By new, I mean the pants, which Isaac personally brought to me.