The Nerd that turned out to be Vampire-ish [Wattys2015]

CHAPTER 20: My hot killer.

In one single swift motion Tristan went to the back side of the car, and he is now right in front of my face, his whole body caging me. I am now literally frozen, physically and mentally. I can't move!

"What did you just say?" He said, as his face were mere inches from mine. His eyes were serious and dark, looking right at me, burning a hole through my face with that stare.

I swallowed a bag of saliva and cleared my throat. "Uhm. It was clearly a joke." I said and put my hands on his chest, and adding a bit of pressure to the push. Just to give him some sense that I need some space. This closeness is not really helping with the heat I'm feeling from my fever and boiling hormones. "Tristan. Come on." I pleaded.

Omaygod this is so awkward! To the highest possible level!

I can't see it, but I surely can feel it. His left knee was placed right in the center of my legs. One move and it will surely have a perfect shot on my cat, and to make things worse, I'm wearing a fucking skirt!

My plea had gotten me nowhere. It just made him cockier, knowing he has the upper hand on this situation. "Tristan!" My voice is now higher than usual, and my gentle push is now more desperate. But that push didn't make any impact whatsoever, he's hard as a rock.

The fear I feel right now, is not the same with the pancake incident. This time I know for sure he's just teasing me. But clearly this is not going anywhere good. Someone might suddenly show up, and see us in this position. Plus they will surely have a good view, because his windows aren't tinted!

I need to put a stop to this prank, fast.

"Okay. I get it. I won't joke about it, again. I know, you're a vampire, but I also know you wouldn't dare suck my blood..." He cut me off, though I'm not surprised anymore with this habit of his, it's just annoying sometimes to not be able to finish any sentence or rant.

"How sure are you? You just offered me, right? And according to our rules, it's not considered a crime as long as the human is willing." He lowered his face more, and I gulped another bag of saliva.

He's not wearing his glasses in this close-up moment which is way hotter... Wait pause that. Did I just say...hot?

I'm in a life or death situation right now, and all I think is how hot my killer is? What is wrong with me? I rolled my eyes with the thought, which caught Tristan's attention, and made him laugh.

"Did you just rolled your eyes on me? While I'm threatening you?" I laughed and he joined me.

He sat back up, and for a brief second I was glad to have some space back, but that moment didn't last long. Tristan's sudden movement had one single mishap, his knee hit my cat.

Immediately, I bolted up to where I laid, and I slapped him hard in the face. My hands then automatically went on top of my cat, defending it from its foe.

His hand was on the side of his face where I just hit. "Victoria. I didn't meant to..." He wasn't able to finish his sentence, because he then buried his face on his hands, groaning behind it. "I'm sorry." He said, though his voice was muffled because his face was covered.

I sighed. "It wouldn't have happened if you didn't do that prank." I released the wall of hands on my cat and eased myself. I sighed again. "It's fine. It was an accident."

"Does it hurt?" He has now come out of his shell, I mean his hands.

"Do you have to ask?" I did another eye roll. It sure does hurt, I may don't have balls or a dangling penis, but that shot was a definite bulls-eye. "And I just used my reserved slap on you." I sighed.