Starting New

4. We're In Deep Shit Right Now.

I looked around in amazement, it was honestly breathtaking.

The whole house had that modern yet elegant look to it. The design, breathtakingly beautiful.

In the living room, an elegant sofa had been placed within the centre. A once seater recliner placed to the side making a half circle. An expensive coffe table placed in the middle of it. The plasma screen tv placed in front of that.

There were a few bookshelves placed neatly to the corner, a coat by the front door and a table used for keys beside it. The rest of the house was equally as modernised as the living room.

The kitchen being my favourite one.

Each floor had been allocated to a specific group. The second floor a no go as it held my parents room and offices.

The third floor though had been a chaotic battle, everyone ready to throttle each other. The attic had been announced to be designed into a hangout or getaway place. The basement was to  become a gaming room.

When Tyler heard of this, he immediately agreed, mentioning something about using it as a place to hide away from mom or dad while  doing it.

At first I tried ignoring the fact that I heard it but I was a teenager just like him and there was no hiding the disgust I felt as I slapped him across the head.

There isn't even a bed. The rational part of my mind had said. There is a sofa though.

That had been the other part of my brain. The part that belonged to all teenagers regardless of their maturity levels.

Exhaustedly, I limped my body to the ground, hoping to ease the pain surging through my muscles

Moving was no joke.

Even though I didn't admit it, I knew that I had been drifting off to sleep. I was interrupted when a loud knock erupted throughout my room. My eyes tiredly stared  my roomdoor down, in hopes it would open.

The moment it sounded again, it dawned on me that it wasn't erupting by my room door but rather my balcony.

Feeling frustratedly annoyed, I groaned. I jumped up from my spot to open the balcony door with a bit of an unnecessary force. A glare overtook my features as I stared at the annoying  intruder.

My eyes widened when it landed on the balcony directly across from mine. It was so close that I was almost certain that I could jump over and land safely.

But the shock hadn't been  because of the balcony that had been so unnecessarily close to mine but rather because of the person who had obnoxiously stood across from me.

"What?"I questioned smugly."Is that your revenge?"

The moment I had opened the door, Camden stood opposite me, a waterballon placed in each of his hands. The smug smirk lighted up his manly features.

It was only right of me to assume that the bedroom he stood in, belonged to him.

"As a matter of fact it is."He nodded.

"If there's paint in there then you've succeeded in frightening me but if its water then your revenge is quite futile."

"Aren't girls scared of getting wet?"He asks."I know my girlfriend would practically freak if I would throw this at her."

Was he trying to make me jealous?

I crossed my arms over my chest and allowed the smirk to grace my lips.

"I'm not going to run away shrieking just because you threw me with a bunch of harmless waterballoons."I stated truthfully.

I know it seemed that I was quite cocky. But I despised it when a guy would associate all girls to be the same. It infuriated me.

"You're infuriating. You know that."He muttered.

Touche.

"And don't you forget it."I winked at him playfully.

It was then that I chose to walk outside, properly taking in the slight breeze that had picked up through the air.

I leaned up against the railing to my balcony and watched him carefully as he placed the waterballoons back in a bucket. I heard him mutter something about using it later on someone else for revenge.

I better watch my back around this guy. He seems to be as daring and challenging as I am.

I watched as he copied my stance against the railing. His eyes displayed thoughtfulness.

"What is it about you?"He murmurs softly.

"What?"I asked in confusion.

"You're mysterious."He says a bit louder.

"In what sense?"I question.

He most certainly has my full attention now.

"I don't know."He murmurs."There's just something about you that makes you mysterious."

I gave him an amused look and cocked my head to the side. His gaze travelled from holding my gaze to something on my collarbone. Amazement with a hint of fascination flashed through his eyes.

"A tattoo."He said with a hint of suggestion.

Unintentionally, my fingertips grazed over the work of art which had been neatly designed onto my collarbone.

I usually forgot that it was situated there. Only because my hair had always been that way to cover it from everyone's view.

"May I take a look at it?"He asks, hope evident in his eyes.
He hadn't waited for my reply. He already swung his legs over his railing and jumped over to my side. He landed safely beside me and I let out a relieved breath.

Regardless of me being all nonchalant about being able to jump so easily, I was  concerned that someone might get hurt in the process.

I watched as he approached me slowly. My breath hitched in my throat at the close proximity of our bodies. The fact that he ran his fingers over my collarbone didn't help it one bit.

"It's beautiful."He whispered."This is the beauty of art."

I felt his finger graze over the dragon flowing around my neck and collarbone. He traced it slowly, almost as though he was teasing me. He stopped after he got to the end of the tail, but he still stared at it intently.

That was when the sound of someone clearing their throat made Camden jump away from me, his back hitting the railing with a clank.

He winced in pain but I simply ignored him as I turned around to stare at the second intruder for the day.

Stern eyes stared back at me which I replied to with a nervous smile.

"Oh er... hey mom."I stammered.

We're in deep shit right now.