Ruined: A Twisted lost Boys fanfiction

chapter 7

Exasperated, Katharina muttered to herself, "Just leave, no one's home," as her words slurred slightly after finishing her coffee laced with vodka. The alcohol had made her drowsy and tired, yet sleep eluded her due to the persistent knocking and calling from Paul, the American boy. He seemed determined not to stop until she responded. Over 30 minutes had passed, and he was still outside. Rising from her bed, she approached her broken window, opened it slightly, and peered down. She caught glimpses of the blonde American still calling out to her, while his three friends laughed at his efforts. She tilted her head, remaining silent, simply observing him from above.

As she observed him, she found him quite attractive from this angle. She muttered a few words in Russian about his striking jawline and slender figure. She found herself curious about the sensation of his touch and the feeling of threading her fingers through his hair.

The alcohol was speaking now; if Katharine were sober, she would neither act nor speak in this manner.
Yabat' ty goryachiy. Fuck your hot She spoke in a hushed tone, her gaze never straying from his figure.

Katharina "Please respond, I just want to chat and spend time with you, please sugar, don't ignore me," Paul implored once more, his tone subdued yet cheerful, his gaze lively and vibrant, brimming with life, in contrast to hers.

Eto veselo vozomzhno mne sleduyet delat' eto. Maybe I should do this more often She found herself musing again, taking pleasure in teasing Paul.

ochen' veselo igrat's etim amerikinskin. It's quite fun playing with this American boy She continued to comment in her native language, letting out soft chuckles. He remained oblivious as she looked down at him, taking him in. She couldn't deny his attractiveness; with his long blonde hair and clothes, he certainly caught her eye as she observed him from head to toe. She bit her bottom lip When she caught a glimpse of his six-pack through his black mesh top, she liked what she saw.

Posmotri Na eto shest' paketow yabat ty goryachiy look at that six pack fuck your hot She whispered as she puffed on her cigarette, then caught Paul's eye and the others who had heard her speaking in her native language; they were trying to decipher what she was saying.

Moy Moy takoy privlekatel' nyy. my my so attractive She giggled darkly, her eyes dilated, making a purring sound as she slowly spoke in her native language. Paul was confused by her actions, while David just looked on. Marko wondered what she was saying, but the silent brunette understood her; he knew Russian very well. He remained quiet, wearing a sly smile, giving nothing away, and would shrug when Marko or Paul inquired about her words. David also understood her but remained as silent as Dwayne.

Kakoye chertovo telo. What a fucking body. She slurred as she glanced at Paul, taking a drag of her cigarette and smirking at his puzzled expression. "What are you saying, sugar? I can't understand you. You know I can't grasp your native language," Paul asked her, to which she responded only with a smirk and a giggle.

Ya brozhu chet ty chuvstvuyu sebya Polom ya devol' no lyupytnyy amerikanskin ma' l chik. I wonder what you feel like Paul I'm rather quiet curious American boy. She purred, tilting her head and shifting to sit on the windowsill, her legs dangling over the edge, seemingly unconcerned about the possibility of falling. She laid her head back, a cigarette between her lips, as she narrowed her dark, wild, cat-like eyes at Paul. She paid no attention to the others, focusing solely on Paul. She appraised him from head to toe, her lip curling into a smirk while her gaze lingered on his stomach, then his thighs. Tilting her head, she remained silent, maintaining that same intense look in her eyes.