Finding Your Aladdin

A Pepperoni Kinda Girl

"I always knew you'd fall for me, but I swear I never imagined it like this."

I scowl at Ethan and quickly push him away as I get up. He looks at me with a smirk and flexes his arms.

Like I can't already see his rippling muscles.

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.

He's wearing a tight fitting gym shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Judging by his sweaty and dishevelled appearance, I make out that he's done some sort of physical activity. I suddenly remember that Ethan always goes jogging late at night which is very weird.

It's probably insomnia.

No, I'm not a stalker, but when you live right next door to your greatest enemy, it's very easy to memorise their daily schedule.

I quickly look away when I realise that I've been staring for quite a few seconds. And Ethan's smirk gets bigger.

I've probably just fed his ego even more.

And now I'm going to put it back into starvation mode.

"It's a shame you're not my type," I retort with a sweet smile, "I don't really go out with sweaty pigs."

He raises one of his eyebrows at me.

"I'm everybody's type, Thompson."

"Yeah," I nod with a smirk, "Almost everybody's favourite type of pork is ham. Except mine, I'm more of a pepperoni kinda girl."

"Watch it," he says menacingly.

I raise my eyebrows at him and put one hand on my hip.

"I am, and I'll tell you and you only, mate- it ain't that pleasant from over here."

Ethan looks at me with a confused face before giving me the finger and turning around to continue his jogging.

I smile evilly before turning to face the wall.

"I hate being so short," I mutter under my breath. I look down at my hand where it caught on the thorn and realised that it was still bleeding. Funnily enough I feel no pain until I actually put my hand on the freaking wall.

"Owww!" I scream as I get pierced by yet another thorn which decides to get comfy in my hand.

This time, blood starts pouring out of my hand like a fountain and I feel tears spring to my eyes as the pain shoots through my hand. I close my eyes and slide down the the wall, head leaning back against it, trying not to cry. With my good hand, I clutch my wrist in pain and sit there for what feels like decades.

"What've you done now?" I hear Ethan say.

I open my teary eyes and look at his confused face.

"Why are you back?" I spit out before wincing from the pain in my hand, "Did you want to annoy me even more? Go ahead!"

He just ignores me and takes his phone out of his pocket.

"I heard someone scream and knew it was you," he explains randomly.

I roll me eyes. He could've told me when I asked him.