There's The Cat and Then There's Me [boyxboy]

Chapter Five: Dangerous Eyes

A strange taste in my mouth woke me up. It seemed to burn, clouding my lungs heavily. Within seconds I knew what it was; panic practically throwing me out of the sheets.

“Oh my God!” I yelled, jumping up and frantically looking around for the culprit. I’m so dead! He’s so dead! I’m going to kill him! Why did you fall asleep and leave him alone moron?

It was hard to see in the darkness of my room- Accel must have switched the light off- but I finally glimpsed the neon orange end of the cigarette when my companion inhaled the drug. I reacted instantly, covering the floor in two strides and wrenched the burning stick from Accel’s mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed at him. He watched in dismay as I threw the cigarette out the open window onto the wet pavement below. Jesus Christ! If the neighbours saw, I am in so much shit!

“Are you trying to get me kicked out? If my parents ever find out about this they will murder me, in the most brutal and inhumane way possible!” I seethed. “To be honest with you, I don’t feel like being put through a meat grinder any time soon.”

“Your parents aren’t here are they?” he sneered at me. The moonlight still worked wonders on his features, highlighting one side of his face and shadowing the other. I caught my breath before I could answer his smart comment.

“No!”

“Then stop freaking out. Please. It’s too cute.”

I literally felt my face turning up in a snarl at him. “I am not ‘cute’. I’m angry! Mad! Furious! Does that mean anything to you?!”

He shrugged again, reaching into his pocket and flipping open the packet of cigarettes, pulling two out and placing them both between his perfectly formed lips. I swallowed at the gesture, momentarily distracted by the way his lips moved around the drug sticks. Smoothly he flicked the lighter on, smoke pouring fluidly into the air around him as they lit up. Shooting a heavy gaze in my direction his sultry voice broke the tense air.

“Want one baby?”

My heart skipped and I angrily caught my breath, refusing to let him win.

“No!” I yelled, tempted to just push him out the window. “And don’t call me that. I don’t even know you!” Calm down. Breathe… In and out and- okay maybe don’t breathe unless you want lung cancer. Gah!

He smiled, jade eyes pinning me to the stop, daring me to make a move against him. It was almost like he was testing me. His hand was tilted slightly in my direction, holding one of the smoking rolls; a subtle invitation. The other languidly lifted the other to his lips, almost in slow motion, my eyes unable to tear away. This is ridiculous!

Then look away. Stand your ground. Get away from him!

I don’t know if I want to…

Blinking ferociously I shook myself, glaring at the boy silhouetted in my window. He wasn’t allowed to do this! This was my house! He couldn’t just… do this! Smirking at my expression, his hand retracted to place the cigarette beside the other, balancing them as smoke curled over his features. I had to fiddle with my bands to distract myself from the way it seemed to define his cheekbones, play over those tempting lips…

Bad thoughts.

“Stop it.”

“Why should I?” He closed his eyes, leaning his head back.

“Because… because… I- You’re going to kill yourself!”

He shrugged again, muscles rolling flawlessly in the moonlight, “Oh well. You don’t like me anyway.”