Define Love

Chapter 2

He smirked and placed the picture down on my bedside table. "You two were cute then. What happened?" he questioned, a stupid grin on his lips.

"What happened is that I started getting pissed off at people I don't like showing up in my room after I shower. When I get pissed off, I get into fights." I raised an eyebrow at him and scowled, crossing my arms over my chest.  

"That seems... specific. Are you sure that's the reason?" he asked, sitting up with taking that grin from his lips. 

"Maybe it's the whiskey, which, if you don't get out soon, you might just get that bottle against your head," I shouted, making sure to hold up my towel and hide my chest from his eyes. 

"I was going to say more like, you were adorable, now, you're very attractive," he stated, looking me over.

"Well, I'd say the same about you, but I'd be lying," I shot back, covering my cleavage. 

"What? I am a very sexy individual," he responded, leaning back and grinning wider. 

"Aw, but when your mommy said that, she meant you were a repulsing idiot. She just didn't want to hurt your feelings," I explained, mimicking kindness. 

"Your mom doesn't think I'm a repulsing idiot," he said, shrugging and grinning still, his eyes sliding over me again. 

"No, she knows you're a repulsing idiot, and so do I." I stalked over to my closet because he wasn't moving anytime soon. My clothes were laying underneath of him. I was about ready to get my bat out... 

"Are you getting dressed now? In front of me?" he asked, his eyes flicked up and down my body again causing the grin to grow on his lips.

"No," I said, a matching grin on my face. "It locks from the inside." I backed into the closet, locking it and dropping my towel.

"That's no fun," he groaned. The springs in my bed squeaked seconds after, meaning that he either got up, which probably didn't happen, or he flopped back down, getting himself comfortable. Great.

After a few seconds, I realized the shirt only clean shirt I had been laying on my bed. I groaned, slipping on a bra and pajama shorts before unlocked the door. I saw that he had made himself comfortable, so I had to handle the situation. "Get up," I commanded, glaring at him.

"No. Why?" he asked, folding his arms behind his head and smirking up at me.

"I think the proper way to answer would be, get the fuck off my bed before I get out my bat and call the cops. Or, you know, I could cut out the middleman and just call my mom," I threatened, ready to slap that smirk off of his lips.                                                     

"Oh, you're going to call Mommy? Just because you can't get your way?" he asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes after he finished. He sat up again and leaned on his elbows, his eyes sliding over me yet again.