Teensy bit of mature content in here, not much though, more like... an insinuation. Anyways, Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my story, hehehe, I kind of lost the original version that I hand wrote, and spent an hour looking for it, but then I gave up and just decided to re-write it, so it's a little rushed. Oh well, better then nothing right? (: Enjoy!
The house was peaceful. Quiet, even. This was something a house that was home to four teenage boys was typically not. Usually there was yelling, or fighting somewhere in the house, and due to the great size of this mansion, the sound usually reverberated down each and every hallway There was not even a peep from the maids who were usually creeping down the corridors around this time. For once, there was absolute silence. And I stomped right through it.
"How do you guys afford this place? It’s fucking huge!"
"Word of advice," I scowled, spinning around to face the awestruck boy who was trailing behind me, "Watch your mouth, my mother hates swearing." He regarded me silently with a sceptical look in his dark eyes, and then shrugged his broad shoulders and continued walking along the smooth hardwood, scuffing his feet as he moved. It was like everything about this thing was engineered to just piss me off majorly.
"Not like I have to live here anyways." He slid past me, making sure he didn't touch me in anyway -smart boy- and continued down the hallway curiously, peeking into every door he passed. "Are you coming?" he asked turning his head to gaze at me questioningly a few minutes later. I guess he had finally realized I wasn’t following behind him. My scowl deepened.
"Okay, look, this is how it's going to work here," I began, stopping a few inches away from him. I somehow managed to ignore the one eyebrow he raised in surprise, and continued with my little rant. "You work here. I live here. You just woke me up from a wonderful sleep, which makes me hate you even more," I stressed, folding my arms across my chest. "And NOW I have to show you around, so here. This is a hallway," I gestured down the corridor, "This is a door," I pointed at an oak door beside us, "And that's the way out. Have a nice day." I then spun on my heel and stomped down the hallway without looking back until I reached the door to my room. "And if you need anything... Don't. Ask. Me." With that, I slammed the door shut behind me and clicked the lock, leaving him to find his way out. He'd survive, and if he got lost, someone would find him eventually.
***MAL POV
Well that was interesting, I mused, moving down the length of the hallway quickly. Lee had quite the temper there, in such a small body. Such a small, gorgeous body, for such an annoying, irritating person. I grinned at the thought, my lips quirking up into their trade mark form. Too bad she was such a firecracker, she'd be quite fun otherwise. Oh well, she was still a senior anyways, and she had four brothers, who were more than likely over protective, and I honestly valued every part of my body, right where it was supposed to be.
I placed my thoughts on hold as I came to the end of the hallway, which, of course, split into two different hallways going in two different directions. Just my luck, I was going to be late, on my first day on the job too. Fuck. Its heads or tails I guess, I thought, pulling a coin from my wallet. I flicked it into the air and caught it in mid fall, planting in on the back of my hand. Heads. Right it is. I followed this dimly lit hallway, passing the doors that I lost count of be the forty third and scuffing my feet across the immaculate floors. They must have half a dozen maids, per hallway. There was no way that only one person could keep this monster of a house so clean. It had to be impossible, and expensive. I had to admit, the first time I heard where the law office was located, I had scoffed. An office in a house? What was the big deal about that? People had laughed and shook their heads, which was confusing, but now I understood. This wasn't a house, this was a castle. And it was confusing.
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Walk Me Down The Hallway
RomanceAnalee is seventeen. With four older brothers. That's never a good combination. Add in a sexy new lawyer, a house full of dangerous secrets, and two best friends, and this is bound to be one big twisted senior year.