Blood and Love

Chapter Two

"I'm home." I called out as I entered my house.

No reply, guess I was home alone. I changed into some old PJ shorts and a vest top as I knew no way Clarke would be able to find my house without the address. What an idiot. I did some chores and logged onto my laptop to pass some time.

Ring.

I glanced at the time and my eyes went wide, It was a 7o’clock. There was no way Clarke could have found my house.

Ring.

“I’m coming!” I shouted as I ran down the stairs.

 I slowly opened the door and there leaning against it in all his glory was Clarke wearing his usual bad boy smirk.

 “How? What? Clarke?” I stuttered.

 “I know I’m hot, no need to stare.” He cockerily replied.

 I stifled and eye roll and moved so he could come in and closed the doors.

 “Do you wanna do it in here?” I asked gesturing to the living room.

 He just ignored me and walked in placing himself on my sofa watching me.

 What?” I snapped as he kept stareing at me.

 "I’m just waiting for the sheets.”

 ”You mean you haven’t brought anything with you?”

 "Not a thing.”

 I walked off to get the books muttering swearwords under my breath. Stupid prick!

I came back down and the TV was on and Clarke was propped up on the sofa with a bag of cookies in one hand. My bag of cookies. He had the nerve to go in my kitchen and take my food?! I’m going to kill him.

“I am going to kill you.”

 “Like to see you try.” He laughed stuffing a cookie in his mouth.

 “Wanna bet?”

 "Yeah, you do what I say for the day if I wim.”

 "Deal.” I agree.

 “Come on then.” He shrugged.

I walked over to him and placed my copy of Romeo and Juliet on the table along with the paper. Then I turned around and faced him.

 "You sure?” I said raising an eyebrow.

 He just nodded.

I jumped on him, literally. I tried to restrain him but he wasn’t having it. One second I was on top the next he was on top of me. Opps. Maybe I wasn’t as strong as I thought. I felt his body pressed down on my as I looked up into his green eyes and felt a blush. Hmmm, I wonder how he looked without that top on. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? Why am I biting my lips? He lent in forward, I could feel the heat radiating between our bodies.

“Told you that you couldn’t kill me.” He smirked looking down.

 “Ergg.” And the spell was broken, “Get off me!”

 He rolled off laughing and picked out my battered copy of Romeo and Juliet.

 “You must love this book.” He said observing the creases and tears.

 “Yeah it’s so live. The fights, the tragedies and the humour. It’s not Shakespeare best though.”

 “I had you down as a romance novel kinda girl.”

 “No. That’s the most annoying thing of the whole play. I mean who would actually kill themselves for a person they supposedly love keeping in mind they got married after one day of meeting eachother.”

 “You don’t think someone would ever love someone enough to risk everything for them?” he asked me intently.

 “Well I know I won’t.”

 “But you’re a girl?”

 “And you have a dick.” I replied sarcastically.

 “Would you like to see?”

 “You’re actually a prick.”

Clarke just laughed and took a sheet of paper.

 “What section should we presented?”

 “Um the bit where Mercutio kills Tybalt and then Tybalt kills Romeo?” I suggested.

 “Not the love scene?” he said winking.

 “In your dreams. Anyway stop distracting me with actually have to do some work you know.” I said grabbing a pen to write down our notes.

 An hour later and quater on the presentation completed Clarke was out my door but not before whispering a warning “Remember our deal tomorrow you have to do whatever I say.”I sighed and pushed him out. He is so annoying. And with that I trudged off to bed without dinner he had tiered me that much. I faintly heard the sound of the front door opening as I slipped into bed.

“Alisha it’s me.” My mum called.

"I'm up here." I shouted back before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

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