Blackout

Chapter 6:

Chapter Six

He grabbed me suddenly and yanked me up against him. After shutting the door, hethrew me to the sofa.  The impact made me groan, which widened the smirk on his lips.

“Did you have fun?” Adrian mockingly asked.

I gulped before slowly nodding my head. “Yeah, I think he’s really a good guy.”

He positioned himself on top of me, and placed his fingertips on my forehead, lightly touching it. The contact of his skin against mine made my whole body shiver.

“Oh, do you love him now?” He asked. I shot him a dumb look.

I threw him another question instead of answering. “Are you nuts?”

“I am dead serious, Claire.” He said in a hard tone, emphasizing each word that came out of his mouth. I laughed nervously.

“I’m asking if you’re nuts, not if you’re serious.” I defended sarcastically.

A long thumb—Adrian’s thumb ran past through my nose, down to my lips. My breathing is ragged from the butterflies inside my stomach, and this dimplepid’s weight pushed against my chest. His head went closer to mine, and started to kiss my jaw line. Soft lips mingled with wet tongue made my body temperature high.

“So, did you have sex with him?” He murmured in my jaw, still kissing and licking it. I gasped in shock. How could he ask such thing? Now I am pretty sure that Adrian has controlling problems. He can’t control the lust in him, and worst of all, he can’t control his dirty mouth!

“Are you out of your mind?!” I shrieked.

“No, I am not.” He said simply, face still buried on my neck. His hands started to travel around my body. I don’t know what’s wrong with me because I just let him do it, even though we’re in the middle of this stupid situation where the stupid guy asked the girl a stupid question about having sex with a guy which she just met a few nights ago.

“Then why are you asking me this nonsense crap?!” I continued to shout at him. To be honest, I want to congratulate myself for being able to scream in our position.

He abruptly stopped kissing me, and moved his head up to face me. “You call it nonsense? Do you know how I felt when you’re principal called me just and found out that you were making out with my friend?”

I shot him a dirty look. “What about it? It doesn’t even make sense. I asked you the reason why are you asking me if I had sex with Kale, and you say this to me.”

Adrian chuckled. His light eyes have already turned into darkness. “Forget about that. Right now, I just want to know if you have any idea how I feel.”

“Cut the crap.” I warned him while staring at his monstrous eyes.

“It sucks,” he said, looking intently into my eyes. “It feels so fucking wrong.”

This time, it’s my turn to smirk. “And making out with your own blood and flesh isn’t? Oh, that is so cool.” My thin lips slowly moved upward as I bombard him with my sarcasm.

The unmistakable curve of his lips dropped as I muttered those sentences. His left hand gripped my waist, and I flinched with pain.

“Ouch! What is wrong with you? Why are you hurting me?! What a moron! So what if I had sex with Kale? It’s not your problem anymore!” Lies suddenly burst out of my mouth because of the ache on my waist.

Instead of untangling his hand on my skin, he gripped my waist with more power. “Shit!” I exclaimed.

“Have you forgotten? I am your other half. Everything you do is my business.” He answered calmly.

“Forget about that other half crap! Do you really believe in that shit?”

“I don’t have to believe it because I made the theory.” He says, as I close my eyes in irritation and pain.

“You are fucking nuts.” I whispered.

“So, Kale made your number increase to seven.” Adrian mumbled. I coiled my eyebrows because of confusion. Now he’s talking about numbers? Oh God, somebody help me because this stupid is not normal.

“Seven?” I asked.

“When are you gonna have sex with me? When your number reached ten?” He asked back, ignoring my question. A thought snapped on my head, and finally became aware of what was Adrian talking about.

“Not gonna happen. Why do you always talk about having sex? You man whore.” I spat at him. I feel like something is boiling inside my body. My face probably looked like a tomato because of the anger that is building within me.

“You’ll eat your own words. You’re going to fuck me someday,” Adrian say as his evil grin slowly gets back on his lips. “Slut.”

My right handed seem to gain its force and instantly made contact with Adrian’s cheeky face. It stung from the hard slap that I gave him. At this point, a tear want to escape my eye, but I controlled it. I cannot let Adrian see me crying. How can he say these to me? I thought he wants to kill the person who made me sad? I hate him right now. If he’s going to kill himself when he realized what he did to me, I will be glad.

“A guess it’s still a no?” He asked. “Okay, but I’m going to tell you a secret.”

I remained silent because I’m afraid that I would suddenly burst into tears if I open my mouth. He smiled at me.

“I know where your daddy is, little Claire.”