I hate the bad boy

Part 2

*THUD* i hear something hit the floor really hard. that's not good.

I hear a heavy breathing in the room and start to freak out. I reach under my pillow and grab the trowing knife I always keep there. Call me paranoid, but last time I heard a bump in the night, I really wished I had this knife.

"Who's there? show yourself or I'm gonna call homeland security! I mean it!"
No matter what I said, there was no answer.
I peer into the darkness and see a dark form, unmoving, in my closet doorway. the person suddenly darts towards my open window, and i throw the knife at it. I don't know if the knife makes contact, but I hear something rip, and then see the form fall to the floor. More like crash. That had to have hurt. good.

I quickly turn my lamp on and run over to the form on the ground. I see that my knife only managed to catch the leather collar of the dude on the floor. nothing major. dang it.

"Who are You? GET UP!" I yelled at the figure.

He moaned and slowly tried to sit up. "Can't" he mumbled " caught on something"
I looked down to see that the knife had stuck into the floor boards of my room. I quickly pulled it out of the floor and collar, and the figure sat up. he was clad in black skinny jeans, a worn leather jacket, a black long sleeved male V-neck, a black baseball cap, and a black bandana. great. I almost killed a ninja.

Before the figure could go anywhere, I put one arm over the other, and I slammed the knife back through his jacket, but this time to the sleeves, so that he couldn't move anywhere. he was stuck to the floor. Kinda funny when you say it like that.

I reached up and pulled the bandana from the man's face. I stumbled back to see that it was the new kid that i had beat up today in the janitors closet! what was he doing here?

"well, its nice to know that we meet under these sircumstanses. we've had worse conversations though, now haven't we?"

"Shut up!" I hiss at him "Do you want to wake up my brother?"

"Jeunoe?" a small voice came from my room doorway. "Are you okay?"

"Chris?"

Chris looked over at me and then at the man on the floor. his little eyes bugged out and she screamed. he sprinted over to my bed and buried himself in my covers, shivering.
"It's him! he came back! He's gonna get me! Help me Jeunoe!" his little voice squealed from under the covers.

"Don't go anywhere." I said to the man on the floor.

"yeah right." he replied, still stuck to the floor.

I glare at him and then turn to my bed for Chris. I run over and try to pull the covers back to get to him but he screams and shrinks farther back into the covers, so instead I slip under the covers with him.

"Hey buddy, calm down! Its just me!" I coax him into listening to me but he still shivers in my arms. I try to calm him by stroking his Soft brown hair, but his Dark brown eyes still showed fear. Chris never had resembled me much. we had the same hair and eye color, but he was built more like a normal little boy when I had always been more of the tall body builder kind. I think at some point we switched bodies or something. but at least a baggy long sleeved shirt could hide some of my muscles. not my black skinny jeans though. that didn't help much.

after what seemed like an eternity, Chris seemed to calm down enough to listen to reason, but he still won't leave my room and insists on holding my hand. a little embarrassing, but if that guy has something to say about it, I can just beat him senseless again. AGAIN.

"Well, you guys seem pretty close." says the new kid " What was the teacher saying about how he didn't talk? he seems to have a fine set of lungs to me."

Chris buries his head in my side and refuses to talk. but that's normal.
"Shut up! do you want me to call the cops for tresspassing? I will do it!"