Stolen My Heart

Chapter 7

I woke up to the sound of the cottages house phone, screaming downstairs. I lazily slouched out of bed and all but fell down the stairs to the phone. 

"Hello?" I asked daizzly, still half asleep.

"Hello, Lola? Jeez, it half eleven! Iv been calling for ages! Where have you been?" Uncle Brads concerned voice buzzed out of the portable phone, as i went to take a seat on the little loveseat sofa in the lounge. 

"Sorry Brad, I only just woke up." I explained, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. 

"Oh!" I heard laughing urupt from the other end of the phone. "Late night last night then eh?" Brad chuckled. 

"No, not really.." I confessed. "I was just over tired." At that moment, my front door swung open, and a rather tall guy praided in. 

"Aaron! what are you doing here!" I screamed at him, trying to hide all the holes in my unbeleivebly old, worn down top. 

"Wowaah! Sorry babe! Didnt know you would still be half naked!" He winked at me, before walking into the kitchen smirking. 

Uurgh! what a irritating twat! Jeez, i could actually kill him. 

"Er, um..sorry Lola, seems like a bad time... ill call again later maybe?" 

"No, wait..I,its....." 

"Bye!" I was cut off by a few chuckles and a goodbye. Thats brad, thanks a bunch. 

"AARON." I actually felt like ripping my hair out, what was he doing here? I hardly knew him, and here he was parading  around my house like he owned the place! Uuugh! I could just kill him!

"What? Hey babe, calm down a bit yea?" He smiled, a cocky, aragont smile.

"One." I walked up to him angrily, i was so close to him that i had to look directly up to see his smirking smile.

"Do NOT call me baby, i am not yours, nore anybody else's baby." I said, prodding my pointy finger in his rock hard chest of his, which felt suprising nice, and impressive may i add.

"And two. Stop bargining in here like you own the place, yea sure, Lisa may have allowed you access to her home, but she certainly did not for mine! So please, do whatever any other, normal, SANE people do, and KNOCK! Or maybe even call before you plan on bursting in on me wearing nothing but a flimsy nightgown!" I shouted up at him, anger clear on my face.

Although i felt like punching his face. Aaron looked like he was trying to swallow back a fit of laughs. "Sorry." He said, smirking down at me once he finished trying to controll himself.

I turned sharply on my heel, and headed for the stairs, finding that my face was still burnt up from the little rant i had back there. God he was a piece of work, he really needed to be shown some manners, and how to treat people.

"Well, at least he apolagized." I said, calming myself down as i closed my bedroom door, and slipped into something a bit more presentable for walking around outside in then my skimpy  pale pink gown. 

I combed my hair back, into a high, neat ponytail, then walked into the small, unsuite and began scrubbing at my teeth, and washing down my face. 

God, Aaron was such a jerk! He really got to me, and i dont know why. Maybe it was how he is so cocky, or maybe it was the fact that he was obviously a player. 

Iv always hated players. The one time i was attracted to one, it turned out to be a disaster. He was my first crush, the school's jock, the player of all players - then there was me, A star pupil, class nerd, bully's prey. You know, the obvious prey of cheerleaders and chav's. This was obviously before, when i had braces, glasses and frizzy hair. But all has changed in time. Basically, i got my heart broken by some player called, Justin, or Jordan? Something like that anyway. And i have sworn to god that i will NEVER fall for another player, ever again.

"Mmm." Aaron muttered, shaking his head as i carefully walked down the long, winding stairway watching him with my eyes in slits. 

"What?" I snapped at him. I really wasnt in the mood for another argument, i wasnt the type to get angry at people so easily, but this guy just made me so...infuriated!

"I think you looked much sexier in that pink dress of yours back there." He licked his lips and winked at me. 

I held a discusting and disterbed expression on my face, as i excited the house, slamming the door behind me. I think he is probberly capable of locking the house up, if he can get in it. 

"Hey babe! Wait up!" Aaron yelled after me. "Ohh, uh, i mean... Lola." He laughed out loud as i turned to him with my face as red as his top he was wearing today, which suited him just fine. 

"Aaron." I started, preparing myself to give a whole speech on how he was a jerk and should just back off. But i gave in, and sighed - "Look, im just not in the mood for your childish behaviour at the minute, please, if you have to behave like such a dick, come back later when im in a better mood, and more awake." I nodded, before turning and mounting the bike that Lisa and Brad let me borrow while i was living with them. I remembered then litterally making me have it, basically saying it was mine. 

"Wait Lola! Wanna lift?" I heard Aaron laugh behind me. 

"No." I turned back to look at him, with a smug expression on my face.

Aaron didnt even look bothered at all by being rejected, he just stared right past me a with a look of horror composed on his flawless face, pointing to something infront of me. Intregued, and a little bit scared, i turned, to see a sheeck, black volvo go head first into my bike. I flipped over the top of my bike and fell head first into the volvo's front window, wincing in pain as my world slowly faded, and i was swallowed up into a pit of darkness.

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small chapter, next one will defo be longer, this was just a pre-chapter if you like :L Comment?