LoveDrug | n.h

Chapter 6

His lips moved around mine waiting for me to response. I quickly pulled apart when I understood what was happening and started to walk backwards until my back hit the now closed door. He was still close to me and again I felt his breath that smelled like mint, hit me in the face. He licked his lips while looking at mine. I have to admit that I wanted to kiss him back but I knew that I shouldn't. He was dangerous. He was toxic. He was a drug you can easily get addicted to. To easy.

"I really think you should go." I whispered and he rose an eyebrow. He chuckled and leaned his hand on the door beside me.

"Well, I think you want more." He was so cocky and arrogant and it was a pain in the ass that he was like that. He was getting on my nerves. I wanted to punch him but that would be a bad idea because I think he is kind of bipolar.

"Please just leave." I said. It had been one day. One fucking day and I was already tired of his shit. I wish he could just disappeared. I knew from the moment I saw him that he wasn't going to let go. His hands clenched into a fist and I knew that he was getting angry now. Yup, I was right. He was definitely bipolar. That's for damn sure.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He asked and I stayed quiet. He could not be serious.

"Why?" His tone got harsher, more demanding.

"Because I know your game." I said simply knowing where this was heading.

"Really? A game huh?" He asked and a smirked played on his lips. Now he was calm again. His mood is just crazy. All I did was nodding my head.

"Well, your not a game. Not to me." He said and tilted my head up so he could look into my eyes.

"Anyways why are you so uptight and sassy all the time? I mean it's hot, don't get me wrong but tell me the reason." He demanded while dragging me back to the couch. And bam it came! Like I told you, I knew it was going to end like this.

"I don't want to talk about it" I said while avoiding his eyes. He was still wearing the smirk before it dropped and his eyebrows furrowed.

"What's that?" He asked while his finger brushed over the skin on my hip and made me shiver. I looked down and saw what he was pointing at. I pulled my tank top further down.

"N-nothing."

"That's not nothing. Tell me" he demanded once again. Couldn't he see that it made me uncomfortable? Why wouldn't he just let it go?

"It's a scar. Nothing more nothing less. Now can you please drop it?" I asked irritated and annoyed. And here we go again ladies and gentlemen; the mother fucking smirk is back on his face!

"No, I'm not going to drop it." He said and waited for me to continue.

"To bad for you." I said while fiddling with my fingers. Okay, I have to admit it. He was drop dead hot and extremely attractive but I'm not a girl that do one night stands. He has a bad attitude and can be rude at times. And like I told you; he is toxic.

"How did you get it?" Noisy and curious this time. Geez, this boy had many sides of himself. I rolled my eyes at him and he wiggled his eyebrows. What's that suppose to mean?! I sighed finally giving in.

"A few years ago I got stabbed. That's it."

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