Gang leader Vs. Gang leader

7

Aria

Fucking son of a god damn bitch my stomach fucking hurts. I groan softly opening my eyes to see darkness. My heart begins beating quickly as I look around. Please don't fucking tell me I'm back in that basement. I lift my head up slightly groaning again and look around to see my bedroom. I let out a deep sigh of relief and look at my bed smiling slightly. I try to sit up but fall back down when I feel a searing pain. Why couldn't I have been stabbed? My heart begins beating fast as I feel something grab my hand and I look around for a weapon. I hear a small mumble and I look down to see Xander sitting on a chair his face down near my thighs his hand gripping mine like his life depends on it. I freeze and slowly move my other hand towards my nightstand looking for a weapon again. I feel a small empty syringe and grip it in my hand.

"Wake up... Pl-mmmm." He mumbles and I raise an eyebrow looking at him, he pulls my hand closer bringing it to his face. He turns his head and- that son of a bitch is sleeping. I try to pull my hand away quietly but as soon as I move one inch he grips my hand tighter groaning. Okay this is kinda annoying now, his hand's really sweaty, it's gross.

"God damn it Xander." I mumble setting the syringe down trying to pull my hand away again. I hear him mumble my name and quickly yank my hand away causing him to stand up quickly.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THERE- I SWEAR I'LL-"

"You'll what?" I rest my head on the pillow looking up at him trying to hold back my laughter.

"Aria- You're awake-" He completely ignores my question and kneels by my bed grabbing my hand and brushing the hair out of my face. "Do you need anything?" I scrunch my eyebrows together slightly looking at him in confusion.

"Why are you here?"

"Once you got shot not even two hours later he came here and wouldn't leave your side no matter what. Even when Dr. Cain was taking the bullet out he was right by the door of your room. He's been by your bedside for the entire week you've been asleep. I have to say it's pretty gross, barely took a shower. We've tried to get him to leave but every time he started acting like a teenager girl on her period ready to murder the person who took her chocolate. There were so many times where I just wanted to rip his throat out. But I stopped because I think somethings going on between you two." Max walks in turns the light on, and sets down a glass of water on my night stand and pulls the blanket off me gently lifting the white shirt someone probably put on me while I was sleeping and begins checking the band aids.

"I was asleep for a whole week? Wait, why were you here?" I glance at Xander. "Wait who the fuck shot me? And what makes you think we're fucking?" I grab Max's hand as he pulls my shirt back down and the blanket back over me. "What the fuck is going on?"

"It's 3 am, you should get some rest. We'll talk about later it in the morning." Max pats my head gently and I glare at him as he pulls his other hand away and walks out.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yell after him sitting up slightly as he closes the door and I roll my eyes dropping my head back down on the bed. "Why are you here again?" I turn my head to look at Xander sighing softly as he sits on the bed next to me.

"Maybe we should talk about it later."

"I will fucking rip your tiny dick off and feed it to you."

"Is that a promise?" He grins at me and I glare. "Okay okay calm down. Fuck man you get shot and you turn into the fucking Hulk."

"You're right I'm sorry."

"Woah never thought I'd hear that coming from your mouth."

"Just tell me what's going on, please? Why are you here and not killing me or torturing me or some shit?" I groan softly then place my hand gently over my stomach groaning again at the pain.

"Okay calm down." Xander sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I'm suppose to hate you. I was suppose to murder you in the week I had you. But you fucked it up, you fucked it all up." I open my mouth to say something but he holds his hand up and I close my mouth. "Shut up and let me talk for once. Seeing you suffer was one of the best feelings in the world, it was just- absolutely amazing."

"Gee thanks."

"I said shut up. But that day when you told me what you wanted at your funeral, I don't know what happened but something clicked. And when you said that god damn fucking line of "Even the Devil was an angel as some point." I lost it. It was like everything I was sure of was gone. Hell I didn't even know why I stormed out or where I was going. But when I came back, cleaned you up, and we began talking it was like everything changed. You seemed human, you made me feel human. I didn't want to hurt you anymore. Then Max came to rescue you it all came tumbling down. I wanted to say, that I was beginning to like you, I sound like an idiot, like I'm in fucking elementary school. This is what's been happening!! I've been sounding like an idiot! I don't know what to do, and you just pop in my head distracting me from everything. I think I'm sick, maybe I need to go to a mental hospital if I like you." He sighs softly like he's giving up. I lay frozen in my bed staring at him. What do I do? Slap him because we're enemies? Make fun of him because he sounds like a wuss? Kiss him and fall in love? What the fucking hell?

"Uhh." I open my mouth slightly.

"You honestly don't have to say anything, I know I sound like an idiot and you probably want to murder me. But for the next two minutes can you and I just be normal people? Just Aria and Xander, please?" He looks at me with pleading eyes and I nod my head hesitantly. "Thank you. Please don't kill me for the next thing I'm going to do."

"What the fuck are you going on abo-" I begin but am cut off when he leans forwards pressing his lips against mine in an urgent and passionate kiss.