I entered my four-digit code into my phone and checked my messages. It said I had six new messages.
'Hey, where are you?'
'I thought we were meeting?.. What's going on?'
'Where the fuck are you?'
'Alexis! Hello?!'
'Fuck, you're pissing me off, bitch.'
And then there was the newest and most recent one.
'Fuck you, Alex. I'm coming over. See you in a few.'
That was at 11:46 pm; it was 11:49 pm now. This meant he'd be here at any moment now, due to him living just a couple houses over from mine.
I guess I can understand why Slane was curious what Jake had been texting me for. Especially that stuff...
As I was sitting upstairs in my room about three minutes later, I looked out my window down at the driveway and saw Jake's 2011 Ford Mustang parked there. He's most likely going to climb up the tree by my window and try to climb right on in, without permission. And that meant that I needed to get out of my room.
I quickly shut and locked my window, and then, without thinking - something I do quite often - I quickly made my way out of my bedroom to across the hall and violently knocked on the door. A short moment later, the door opened and revealed a very annoyed looking Slane.
"What do you want this time?" He asked, scrunching his eyebrows together.
I pushed passed him into the bedroom and sat on his bed. His eyes followed my every movement, with a confused yet irritated look on his face.
"Well, hello, Alexis. Is there anything I can help you with this fine evening," he said sarcastically.
I ignored his unneeded sarcasm and bit my lip, nervous. "Can I stay in here for a little bit?"
His eyes narrowed. "Why? I thought your man was looking for you earlier. Aren't you going to meet him?"
"Uhm, no. He changed his mind..." I said, avoiding Slane's eyes, looking anywhere but at him.
"Bullshit." He scoffed at me.
This time, I actually looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"I know what kind of shit Jake Collins does to girls. I'm not that fucking stupid." This whole time, Slane had been standing by his closed doorway, watching me. He now moved towards me in slow but long strides. He leaned down so his eyes were level with mine. "Now tell me the truth, Alexis. What did Collins do to you; why are you hiding?"
I glared at him, "You don't even know what you're talking about."
"I know more than you think," he urged, glaring back at me.
I stared him intently in the eyes, as if I were looking for his deepest, darkest secrets. "No, Slane. You don't; you wouldn't understand," I told him, standing. He backed away, letting me stand. I looked away from his face and looked down at my bare feet. "No one ever does."
I began walking towards his bedroom door, but an arm soon wrapped itself around my waist pulling me to them. It was obviously Slane, I mean. Duh, unless there was some type of secret ninja hiding in Slane's closet that had killed him within the last seven seconds and was now going to kill me also. But that wouldn't be possible, considering my ninja skills are better than any other.
"Stay in here tonight if you want to," Slane whispered, his breathe tickling my ear. I didn't dare turn and look at him yet.
"Are you sure?" I asked him, confused at his change of heart. We were still in the same position; standing there with his arm around my waist and his lips by my ear, unmoving.
"Positive. I'll sleep on my couch," he told me, meaning the small loveseat he had pushed into one corner of his room. When I thought of his long figure trying to fit itself onto that small space of a make-shift bed, I couldn't help but let out a small giggle.
"Uh, I think I'd rather sleep on the couch. I can't help but imagine the large amount of sluts you've slept with in your bed. No thanks."
"Suit yourself," he exclaimed, with a chuckle.
"Hey now. I just don't want to catch all the STD's that those skanks carry around with them," I said, winking at him and taking a seat on the loveseat, trying to make myself comfortable.
He watched me with an amused smirk on his face for a minute before he finally said, "So why exactly aren't you sleeping in your own bed tonight? I mean, I'm pretty sure your bed is much more comfortable than that."
I looked him in the eye and told him, "Let's just say that there's an unwanted visitor trying to enter my bedroom this very moment."
He stared at me for a moment before hastily making his way to his bedroom door and leaving, shutting the door behind him with a loud bang!
Fuck.
