Distress

Ten

AVERY

"You did not just do that."

Again, he's stepping closer and closer to me. After I left him hanging, and longing for a kiss, he decided to take it back. How could I even be concentrated from the way he's making me? And why am I reacting too? Oh fudge.

But I can't lie this time, I'm seriously hot and bothered from these sudden motions, will never ever apprehend the way I am acting with boys, specifically with him.

And I kind of like it.

"What?" Innocently, I respond.

"Don't play dumb with me." His voice erupts through the linings of the wall and I swear, if Nash and his family were living at an apartment with this prick's voice echoing around, he will be thrown away by the neighbor.

"I don't know what you mean, so let me." Leaving him again, with my full force away from his raging body, I grab myself a granola bar from the fridge completely loosing up myself from the recent morning heat from us. Ew.

I mean, how could that even happen?

'You must be dilusional Avery, you know everything from the finest moments and just shut up.' My subconscious startles me in just tiniest way.

I waltz to the living room, and you know, basically leaving him with his mouth ajar and his body like standing with straightness on the floor. Though his expression is sooo up to the moment and I badly wanted to take a picture of it, show it to his fans. Evil right?

"Don't fucking do that."

He scurries over me, taking both of my hands making me sit back loudly on the couch before I could even sit properly. The granola bar slides through the foam and was wriggled out of my palm. He pins both of my hands on the couch, slightly red from his grip. His body lays on top of mine, and his weight pushing onto mine.

I look at him surprisingly in his eyes showing lust forming an orb of darkness. And he is quite serious.

I try my best to wriggle out of his grip but he is too strong to take a firm grasp with his body hovers over mine. I'm taking in all of the events and now I realized, he's not the one who you could play around, sexually.

But I was just joking, and none of that actually meant for me. He's just intimidating me that's why I want to do the return, really.

'Cause he's freaking hot like a Greek god.

Oh stop no.

I regard the moment we're in. Okay, I can feel something under my stomach but I disregard it, thinking it might be his... you know it.

But the darkness in his eyes confuses me more, I don't want to make him feel like that. Not with me, he's practically seducing me without me knowing.

I don't know these kinds of things and I am not looking forward to figure those out, but I know that he likes to play his own little games and he's enjoying it.

Am I too?

"Let me go." Though it turns out like a whisper 'cause his lips slowly making its way to mine but I manage to yank it through the left side of my face. I can't deny the fact that he's slowly capturing me with his stare.