Staying With The Bad Boy For Two Months

Lord Evil Hottness : 2

  "Lying here with you so close to me..It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe."

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 I carefully opened my door, sure now that Olivia and Jackson were asleep since it has been about an hour and a half since they said goodnight. I held my breath as I tip-toed past Alec's bedroom door, making sure his light was off by peeking for a glow. Knowing that he was most likely asleep as well, I continued to take slight steps down the hall until I found myself stepping down the stairs as quite as I possibly could. Like a god damn ninja. As I reached the bottom of the stairwell, I began to walk normally again, feeling my way through the dark. I soon found the kitchen, but that was not where I wanted to go. I felt around once more and felt the soft fabric of the couch, a smile plastering on my lips at the feeling. Once I had found the center, I sat down. However, it wasn't as comfortable as the fabric. The sitting was hard and uncomfortable. But then my seating started to groan. And squirm. And then I was thrown into the floor, a series of curses being growled align until the body was looming over me.

"Who the fuck are you?" He hissed angrily. My guess was none other than Alec. I laughed shyly and bit my lip.

"Um..Uh..Avalon?" I muttered, trying to stand up but was quickly pushed back down by a flat force on my chest.

"Right. The girl who is staying with us. Well you sat on me, Avalon." Alec snapped. I quickly felt my stomach shrivel inwards like a prune, and my heart rise to my throat. This was the last way I wanted to have a run in with Alec Vermont. I sat on top of him. Ohmygod. 

"I-I'm sorry. It was an accident, I swear. I was..I was just coming down to watch T.V. and I couldn't see anything and I am really, really sorry, Alec. Really. Please don't-." I squeaked, my breaths quickening at the feeling of his warm exhales on my skin. 

"You are giving me a headache. Shut the fuck up." He spoke, his voice brittle and deep, like a whisper that bellows. I trembled beneath his touch and nodded. "Good, girl. Now, what I want you to do is go back upstairs and never, ever, speak to me again. Do not even look at me. Actually, do not even cross paths with me. If you do, you will sincerely regret it." He gripped tightly on my forearms and pulled me up, his sinister face merely centimeters away from mine while doing so. "To think I thought you would be the slightest bit smart." He muttered, releasing his grip on me. I gulped and gazed at him for a solitary moment, then quickly whipped myself around and ran upstairs, then directly into the room. I did not care if my footsteps were loud enough to wake up Mrs. and Mr.Vermont. I was too terrified to care. I shut the door behind me and took steady breaths, trying my hardest to keep myself content. Even though I was aware that my life was practically over. 

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 I awoke the next morning, the first thought to cross my mind being the recent night. With Alec up so close and personal, and me wanting to curl up in a ball and die. It was horrid. I lifted the covers away from my body and tossed open the door, rubbing my eyes tiredly. It was very rare that I woke up so early, especially on weekends. Hell, it was a miracle I even had the courage to get up considering the fact I was merely scared shitless. But I was hungry. I needed food, and believe it or not, I think I would cross paths with Lord Evil Hotness for it. As I stepped into the kitchen, I noticed Olivia and Jackson making something that smelled fantastic, and to the corner was the one and only.

"Good morning." I yawned, wrapping my arms loosely around my stomach. Alec tilted his head to the side to look at me, a scowl growing on his face. Mrs.Vermont turned around and scampered over towards me, greeting me with a hug. 

"Good morning, Avalon. Did you sleep well?" She smiled. 

"Not really..I had a nightmare, but I am pretty sure I will be more comfortable soon. I just have to get warmed up to the new feeling of the bed." She nodded and grinned, even though I was staring at Alec the whole time. My reference to the bad dream was him entirely. 

"Aw, I'm sorry. What was it about?" She asked, concern etched into her brow. I bit my lower lip and grinned. 

"I just had a dream that I sat on a monster by mistake. A cruel, heartless monster. And it attacked me and I was very scared, but I woke up before anything could happen." Alec slammed his empty orange juice cup down and shot me a glare, his beady gray eyes narrow and cold. 

"Alec, what is wrong with you!?" Olivia shouted. He stood, wrapping his chilled fingers around my wrist.

"May I borrow her for a second?" He forced a fake smile, glaring at me directly in the eyes. I winced at his touch and before she could answer, he was leading me upstairs and into his room. He closed the door behind him and snapped his attention towards me. "Avalon, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" He barked, finally getting a good look at me and retreating away. I laughed awkwardly, looking around his room. It was like any other boys room. Dirty clothes littered the flooring, his bed was unmade, he had a poster of a half naked girl lying over the hood of a Ferrari, and empty cups on his nightstand. Being in there made me want to scream. Major OCD problems.. I could not reply to him, I was so scared. "I thought I told you to stay out of my way." He said sternly, moving closer to me. I took a breath and backed up as he neared.

"I wasn't in it." I replied, taking one last step before falling back into a sitting position on his bed. He towered over me and scanned my body, which made me feel awkward and terrified at the same time.

"Oh, you think you're funny, huh?" He laughed dryly, placing his hands on each side of me and moving closer until his mouth was slightly next to my ear. I whimpered, closing my eyes to attempt at steadying my breathing. "Watch your back, Fidele." 

"Alec, most people have a thing called personal space..It's a bubble that encloses you, and keeps you safe and secure. Like a blanket. Well, some people do not like their blankets to be ripped off just like they do not like people to be all up on them. You. You are ripping my blanket off." I said bravely, even though the urge to punch him was gradually becoming more evident. I think I can manage to defeat Alec Vermont as long as I keep my cool and try not to cower in front of him. Maybe, just maybe he will cave in. But he just got angry. Real, real angry. 

"Listen, sweetheart, you have nerve. I give you that. But is there just a small tick in your head that automatically makes you think you can talk to me like that? Because I will ruin your life, just you wait. But luckily for you, I am giving you one last chance. Otherwise, it's your funeral." I cracked a small smile and stood up, my chest pressing against his. He flinched and looked at me questionably, an eyebrow arched. 

"What are you going to do? In case you have forgotten, I am a girl. You cannot push me around and toy with me as easily as you do your other pitiful, innocent punching bags. So please, Alec, tell me what you think you could possibly do?" I spoke, the new warmth in my stomach bubbling. This felt great. Except, he just smiled and rested his forehead against mine, locking his arms around my waist. 

"I may not be able to hit you, Avalon, but I sure as hell can toy with your emotions. Like, for example, if I just slightly grazed my fingertips along your skin.." He slipped his hand beneath my shirt and ran his fingers along my spine. I gulped, the tickling feeling making me blush wildly. "I will ruin you, Fidel. And you best be prepared."