Hard To Get

Chapter 18 - The Bad Boy is Jealous

     Paul and I stood there - frozen, looking at Xander. I didn't even know why, but we were; and Xander's eyes were burning with confusion, staring back at me and Paul like we did something wrong. The stares held like that for a minute, until Xander broke the silence.

"Well, aren't you going to let me in?" He said, then placed his hands on his waist.

"You're too early for the party." I said.

"Well what is he doing here?" He replied, then went inside.

"Come in?" I whispered then looked at him. "Well, Paul is here because he volunteered to help." I continued.

"Oh, really?" He asked, then his eyes filled with- I don't know, anger or hatred when he looked at Paul but it sparkled with enjoyment when he looked back at me. "Can I help too?" He added like he was a child.

"Actually were done-"

"Uh, actually I have to go." Paul blurted out, then checked his watch. He headed to the door and grabbed his hoodie by the table near the door. "I'll get changed." He added. I followed him. I exhanged Xander a I-will-fucking-kill-you-when-I-get-back look but he gave me a smirk.

"Thanks for helping me." I started to tell Paul. "And sorry about Xander." I added.

"Sure." He stuffed his hands in his pockets then sighed. "I'll be back in an hour then." He added.

"Yup." I nodded. 

"See you later, Wendy." He replied then turned his back. Once again, Paul called me Wendy, and it planted a smile on my face. I shuffled back inside of the living room and saw Xander plopping down the couch, the TV remote on his right hand and...

A TUB OF ICE CREAM WITH A TABLESPOON STABBED ON IT. P.S. MY ICE CREAM. 

I placed both of my hands on my waist and tapped my foot - looking at him. He looked back, but his face had no emotion - just a stare. 

"What?" He finally spoke.

"What 'what'?!"  I said. But he looked at me and took a spoonful of ice cream. "What do you think you're doing?" I added.

"I want to help." He said.

"There is nothing you can do to help. Paul and I finished the work to be done here, plus Juliette will be the one to decorate my house later." I explained. "And why are you pigging down on my ice cream?" 

"It's mine now since my saliva's in it. And! Are you sure that this place doesn't need any cleaning?" He stated.

"Yup."

And just after I said that word, he dug a tiny pint of ice cream and tilted his spoon in the air. 

"Don't." I threatened. But he did let the ice cream fall on the polished floor - on purpose.

"Oops, I think this needs some cleaning."

"YOU CLEAN THAT MESS YOU JERK" I screamed and stomped up to my bedroom.

"See? You let me help!" He said and I swear I can hear him chuckle. And it makes me want to stab him maybe 16 times with a sharp blade. 

I lied down on my bed and checked my phone if there were texts. But nothing came. I sat up and opened my laptop to check for tweets, there were a few - pictures from fans who saw my pictures on the magazine. And some tweets were about going to my house for the party. Minutes later I heard footsteps nearing to my room. Well yeah of course who would it be? 

"I cleaned it." Xander  said without even knocking. 

"Do you know the phrase 'knock before you enter'?" I stated. But he continued to go in my room. 

"When did you and Paul met?" He changed the subject.

"What's it to you?"

"When and where?"

"Can you get out of here?" 

"Oh yeah I think it was rumored. You're Wendy!" He paused for a while. "And he's Peter Pan!" 

"So?"

"You two would... maybe, smooch in theatre? Maybe there'll be a scene?"

"There's no scene like that."

"Good."

"Why?"

"Because he has AIDS."

"Ew. How'd you know?"

"I don't know. I made it up, I guess?"

"How dare you discriminate Paul like that!" I raised my voice and shit my laptop to stand up in front of him.

"I can and I just did." He crossed his arms. "And why didn't you asked me to volunteer to help like Paul?" He added.

"He volunteered. I did not ask him." 

Then silence occured.

"Why are you so pissed at Paul like he did something?" I asked, but he was speechless. No word came out. Yup, nothing. He just stared at me.

"He-"

"Are you jealous?" I cut him off.

"Me?" He chuckled, "Jealous? How can I? It's just Paul, come on." 

"I know you are." I said straightly. And I know I was right. He was getting nervous, his palms were sweaty, and he can't look straight in my eyes. 

"I'm not, okay?!" He yelled and went out of my room. Plus, he shut the door with a bang.

"YES YOU ARE!" I yelled back and laughed. Oh my, the bad boy is jealous. Well, this is going to be a great party.