On The Run

Chapter Seven

The rest of the week passes, and the weekend, with AJ keeping up his annoying comments.

Monday night I lay in bed, watching shadows flicker across my walls from the car lights outside my window.

AJ lives just a few houses down the street, for we are basically neighbors.

I don't know why I am even thinking about this.

The boy won't get out of my head.

I close my eyes, and pull my blanket tighter around me.

That, along with the cool breeze drifting through the small portion of my window that has been left open, is enough to send me to sleep.

It feels like not even five minutes later when someone shoves me off my bed, and onto the floor, hard.

Gasping as a hand covers my mouth, I glance over at my alarm clock.

11:53 pm.

I look up at AJ, tearing his hand from my mouth, and then looking over at my window, and the visible part of a ladder sticking through it.

"What are you doing here?" I growl, pulling myself back up and onto my mattress.

He just smirks, before laying down beside me on my bed.

"One, I couldn't sleep. Two, you said I would need to try harder. Who are you?"

I shake my head and let out a quiet chuckle at the extreme he has gone to, to 'get to know me better'.

"Well what do you want to know?" I retort, and he thinks for a moment before responding.

"Your favorite band?"

Without having to think, I respond "The Fray."

With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "I could've guessed. What is your favorite food?"

"Obviously ice cream," I respond with a smile, and he lets out a laugh.

"And how about your favorite color?"

"My favorite color is black."

He raises an eyebrow and turns onto his side so that our faces are only inches apart.

"Really?" He asks genuinely. "I would have guessed yellow."

I shake my head and pull my covers tighter around me.

"I'm really not as much of a 'good girl' as you think I am," I murmur without thinking, and the words only register with me when a frown takes over his face.

"I know."

I shoot him a questioning look.

"And how exactly would you know?"

He leans closer to me, his sweet breath fanning out onto my face.

"Because I can tell there is something more to you. Will you tell me who you really are?"

I sigh, taking a deep breath.

Could I trust him? This guy I had just met only two weeks before? The bad boy?

Not giving myself the chance to change my mind, I whisper the words, so soft that only he will be able to hear them.

"My- my name isn't really Carly... It's Rosalie. Rosalie Woods."

He smirks, but his eyes look hard, and sad, as if he has just heard and confirmed something that he didn't want to.

Quickly, though, that look is gone, replaced with a soft smile.

"See, how bad was that? How could I ever possibly use that against you?"

Trying to contain my sigh, I return the grin.

He has no idea.