( and this one is dedicated to AlexisCallahan for her awesome book, Raising Hell!!)
(okay, to your right, it's Xander! happy reading!! Wattpad rated it pg-13 but there really ain't no scene like that! might be Xanderr's language! :p)
Chapter 4: Drive by?
Xander
“whoa whoa whoa, man what are you doing?!” I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my retarded and groggy vision, and to get a clear picture of the guy who just punched me real hard. This kind of alarm clock is not the shit I bargain for. A stiff pain spread across my left bicep where his punch landed, as I threw the bed sheet down and stood up on the bed in one swift movement. Even thorough my sleepy eyes, he looked massive. And buff. Jesus…if he starts beating me up, I’ll be paste…
“Ben, let him go!” a girl’s voice echoed from somewhere near. The voice was shrill, almost like the noise a plane makes when it touches down, screeching my eardrums. Lord, what fresh hell is this?!
“Shut the hell up, Jessica!” the guy’s face came into focus just as he was about to punch me again, this time in the face. I severed out of the way just in time, to watch his massive fist connect with the wall, and his tan face writhe with the impact. Ouch, that must’ve hurt, big man! I thought angrily. His eye furrowed in uncontrollable rage, like a mad bull at those Spanish bullfights.
As adrenaline coursed through my veins, I jumper off the bed faster than I would have imagined was possible. Wait, bed? What is happening?! Where the hell am I?! This place is a madhouse!
As I tried real hard to remember where I was and why, all the while running wild in that shabby little apartment, being chased by a mad bull,my brain was slowly able to process the events of last night. I had been to that bar across the street, and then I’d hooked up with that superhot waitress with an amazing rack, much to the dismay of my dear brother, and then we’d come to her place, and then we’d had some amazing, super-hot action, and then I’d fallen asleep at her place and now, here I was waking up with a stranger trying to turn me to pulp, while I was just standing there, half-naked, my dignity shattered on the floor!
I leaped out of the mad monster’s way again, thanks to the still persistent adrenaline that made me think faster, as he tried to get his hand around my handsome neck! Oh no, asshole! You DO NOT touch my beautiful neck!
“STOP, BEN! PLEASE!” the Barbie kept trying to dissuade the giant.
“He’s going to die, Jessica and if you try to stop me, you will too!” the monster growled while I skipped and skirted through Jessica’s couch and the rest of her house, running from the Ben and trying to find my jeans and my tee-shirt at the same time. Where was me jacket?! My super-hot Zara jacket?!
“Look, there’s been a misunderstanding!” I tried to dissuade the giant from hitting me again, for reasons that I didn’t know why, “why are you hitting me, man!’
“You slept with my girlfriend and you ask me WHY?!” the guy shouted back, a madman by every standards. Jesus, I didn’t wanna die today. Where is my goddamn Zara jacket, I panicked, as the cat and mouse chase continued with me hopping from one room to another, slipping into my jeans as fast as I can, nearly stumbling in the process, with my tee-shirt in hand. Another shot at me and this monster would slay me!
As soon as my jeans were on, I ran towards the door, all the while slipping into my tee-shirt. My insides were starting to panic…not for the blows that I was about to get if I didn’t run fast, not for Jessica, not for anything…but my Zara jacket…my darling black, leather jacket. Cheap, you think? Try losing the one thing you love the most and you’ll know what I mean!
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