~ Chapter Eight ~
"I know they say that first love is the sweetest, but that first cut is the deepest." ~ Drake
I pinched Aiden's side and he yelped, taking his arm off my shoulder and glaring at me. "I don't need a escort, I know where your room is." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and held up his hands.
Apparently, Aiden wasn't kidding when he said, "our room".
"You're making me share a room with him!" I had yelled at Miranda just moments ago. She flinched and smiled innocently, "The guest room is being re-done and I can't have you sleeping on the couch. So Aiden offered to get a blow up bed in his room, since it's pretty big, and he'll sleep on it while you sleep on his bed." She finished, smiling over at Aiden like he was a angel. I turned around and glared at his laughing eyes, before spinning around at Miranda again. "I can't sleep on his bed! I'll catch an STD." Miranda's eyes widened, "Abbey!" I crossed my arms over my chest, "Besides, doesn't it seem weird to have a boy and a girl sleep in the same room? All those hormones... Aiden's whore of a history." Miranda's eyes widened even more and she shook her head in shock, "Abbey! That's enough. You're sleeping in his room and if I hear a peep of complaining, I'm taking your car keys and cell phone."
I shrugged my shoulders, "Take them. There is no way I am sleeping in the same room as him." Miranda rose her eyebrows at me and I heard Aiden chuckle behind me. "You're in deep shit."
So here I am, standing behind Man-Whore as he opens his bedroom door. Miranda had taken my keys and my cell phone, just like she said. She's also making Aiden drive me to school every morning to "bond", since I am so mean to him. I rolled my eyes at that one. She needs to get the image of Aiden being a angel, out of her head. He's the spawn of satan.
I walked in, careful not to touch anything in his STD infested room. I saw that the blow-up air mattress beside of the bed had already been made and so had Aiden's bed. I hoped and prayed that Miranda washed his sheets.
Aiden launched himself on the air mattress and put his hands behind his head, smiling at me. "This is where the magic happens." I rolled my eyes and smirked at him, "And by magic, you mean making girls run out of here faster than an atomic bomb?" Aiden snorted, "The only running they do is when I make them leave, no one leaves willingly, Red." He winked at me and patted the air mattress, "Wanna break it in?" I rolled my eyes and took a seat on his bed, "In your dreams, Man Whore." He smirked at me before laying back down and starring at the ceiling, "Every night, Red. Every night." My nose scrunched in disgust and I threw a pillow at his head, making him laugh.
Miranda had cleared out some drawers from Aiden's dresser for me, so I unpacked my things. I was putting my pants in the top drawer when I heard Aiden whistle. "Can I have a preview, Red?" I turned around, my eyes widening and cheeks reddening. I crossed the space between us and jumped at his out stretched hand. "Give them back or so help me." I said through gritted teeth. Aiden laughed and held them higher above me. "I always pegged you for a silk type of girl, not lace." He said through snickers.
"Damn it! Give my panties back!" I yelled in frustration. He just laughed and stuck them in his back pocket. "Nah. I think I'll keep them, you know, for show and tell." I glared at him, "You wouldn't." His eye brows rose at me, telling me with his eyes, he so would. I sighed hard through my nose, before shrugging. "Go ahead. Tell people that we slept together. I'll just tell them how pea sized you are." I finished with a smirk and he sneered at me before stepping closer.
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Something Unexpected
HumorTo say that Abbey Renolds hates Aiden St. Claire is an understatement. He's vile, rude, and loves to ruffle Abbey's feathers every chance he gets. Not to mention she is forced to see him on a daily basis not only at school, but at her sister's house...