Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Seven

"Crap, which key is it?" Alex picked through his keys, searching for his front door key to let us into the house. The clink of keys hitting each other sent cold shivers up my spine, ever since the car accident any metal hitting metal disturbed me.

"How am I possibly suppose to know?" I stood beside him with my arms crossed, watching his every move like a predator stalking her prey. But, no, I was not going to eat Alex. I don't bite people... Anymore. Alex knew about the biting incident in the car with my mother yelling at me because I got all the blame, but he didn't know about the accident.

"Sorry Jenna, I'm just angered at the fact we have so many keys for this stupid house!" He snapped, placing another key in the keyhole that didn't fit again. I rolled my eyes. His house wasn't stupid, beyond that. It was beautiful and much more incredible than the apartment Nana and I shared. It was a three story with a white frame and pale red ciding. Nothing new had to be put onto the house. It was perfectly fine the way it stood. I don't ever think I ever had a house that even compared to this, the last house I ever lived in was before the accident and I lived in the smallest room in the household. He was lucky, but I didn't want to tell him that.

"Where are your parents anyways?" I questioned, I knew he lived with his parents and baby sister, Mae.

"Finally!" Alex rejoiced as a key finally unlocked the door. "And they're at my nan's for the weekend with Mae." He opened the door wide and let me inside.

"And they left you with this house all to yourself?" I swung around the hallway staring at all the decor and the baby photos that hung on nails that were drove into the gray walls. I giggled at the sight of a little boy in nothing but bright yellow rubber boots facing the camera backwards, he didn't even have a diaper on.

"Oh come on, seriously? Why does everyone notice that picture as soon as they walk in?" He closed the door and took off his sneakers. "Oh, and to answer your question, they do trust me. They shouldn't though, I cause a lot of trouble some times," He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. "Okay, maybe not that much trouble. I manage to keep my thing in my pants unlike so many other people."

"You did not just say that!" I went into his living room and sat on the black leather couch, how many times had him and Katrina made out on here, I wondered. I got up and sat on the matching lay-z-boy chair instead.

"Afraid of couches?" He entered the room and lid down straight away, his feet facing me.

I grabbed the remote off the wooden coffee table and began to flick through the channels. "I'm not afraid of couches... Just what people have done on them," I told him, finally stopping on the weather channel.

"The weather channel?" He raised a eyebrow and sat up, snatching the remote from my hands.

"Hey!" I attempted to take it back.

"What about wrestling?!" He pressed buttons to turn on the sports channel.

"How about no!" I grabbed onto the remote, our hands touched. His warmth leaked onto my bare, cold hands. He noticed and pulled away quite quickly, but his touch still lingered on my skin.

"Uh, watch what ever. I'm just going to... Go get us some lunch!" He got up quickly and ran to the kitchen.

Was my touch really that bad? I know I was cold, but when you see someone run away from just the touch of your skin, you think something worse had happened. His touch, I couldn't explain it any further than the fact that is warmer than a campfire on freezing autumn nights. I dropped the remote to my side and rubbed my hand onto my face in attempt to get his warmth to transfer to my cheeks. It was no use, his touch was gone.

I heard the microwave from the kitchen down the hallway, the occasional pop sounded and I waited for Alex to return with a bowl full of little yellow pieces of heaven. He returned five minutes later with a bowl as big as his head full of popcorn and a movie in between his two fingers. I got up off the chair and ran over, taking the movie out from his fingers. I stared at the blank movie cover, a confused look in my eyes.

"Woah," Alex nearly dropped the popcorn onto the coffee table, my arm was suddenly in his hands. His warmth overruled my cold. "Life can't be that bad, can it?"

I suddenly realized what he was talking about. My scars. I ripped my arm from his hold and pulled my sleeve down, I didn't even realize it was pulled up!

"No! Why does everyone believe that if you have white lines on your arms that you're an automatically a cutter. I have never cut in my life," I snapped as I bolted to the door.

I didn't even look back, I just kept walking as he screamed out my name from the wide open front door of his house. Was I being overdramatic? It doesn't matter. I kept walking, not even noticing he had pulled up aside me in his old car.

"Jenna, I'm sorry!" He attempted to apologize.

"Leave me alone, Alex!" I barked from behind my teeth.

Alex pulled up onto the side walk, blocking my path. Man, this boy didn't take a simple no for an answer. I crossed my arms and watched as he got out of his car and made his way over to me. The horns of passing by cars rang through my ears.

"I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have jumped to the conclusion. Will you please come back to my house and we can speak about it?" He gave me the puppy dog eyes, classic guy move.

"Alex..." I attempted to deny his invitation, but I took one look into his soft eyes and I could not deny him. "Fine, but on one condition."

"Anything!" He grinned.

"I get all that popcorn for myself, rubber boats. And a copy of that photo," I stated my conditions. "Well really it's two conditions."

"Fine." He opened the passenger seat door for me.