Hate Is A Form Of Affection (UNEDITED)

Chapter 6

I take off my clothes, and put on my Pajamas. I lay down on my bed, and start to do some homework. As I'm working, I hear a knock on my door. What does he want now?

"What?" I ask. "Can I come in" hmm. "How about.. No. Go away" I say.

"I'm coming in anyways" he Says. The door swings open, and he walks over to me.

"God, you can't just barge in here whenever you feel like it, what if I was Naked or something"

"Well actually.." He says looking me up and down with a thinking face on.

"Ugh, your disgusting. What do you want?" I ask getting off my bed.

"I just... Id really like some help down there with all my clothes, and stuff. Would you mind helping me out?" He asks.

"Yeah, I do, as you can see I am finishing my homework, which is far more important then putting a couple of clothes away" I say.

"Well, I'm your guest... How would you feel.. if I were to tell you Id have a talk to your mom about this" he says smirking Walking closer to me.

"You wouldn't. She'd kill me, and she would Probably get the next flight out and come back home, and she needs a vacation" I say.

"Them just come downstairs and help me. Is that too much to ask?" He says giving me a sad face.

"Fine, but I'm not doing this for you just so you know" I say.
"Okay That's fine." He says back to me.

"But.. If i help you do you promise to leave me alone?" I ask him crossing my arms against my chest.

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever I don't care, can we just hurry on with this already, your wasting my time" he says.

"Well your wasting mine!" I yell getting annoyed.

"Do you ever shut up?" He asks me getting all up in my face.

"Have you ever heard of personal space?" I ask him backing away, and pushing him away from me. He glares at me, and that's when I knew... I fucked up.

Matt grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. He held my arms on the both sides of my face, and I tried to get out of his grasp, but I couldn't. Why does this happen to me?

"Don't push me again" he says. My breathing Pickens up, and he looks into my eyes.

"Can you get off of me?" I ask getting scared of what he might do next.

"What if I don't want to?" He asks me.

"I'll kick you in the Balls" I say. He chuckles and smirks. "You know, at school your a lot more shy, and fragile, and scared. But here you don't seem to give a shit about what you say or do" he says.

"Well, I've realized I've had enough of your foolish behavior, so now I'm sticking up for myself" I Say.

"Hmm. It's kind of hot" he says.

"Which is exactly what your not" I say. "Now please get off of me, or I won't Help you with your unpacking" I say.
He gets off of me, and I get up.

I open my bedroom door, and go downstairs. We enter into his room. I walk inside and see that everything is already fixed up.

"I thought you needed help... Your already done" I say.

"I know. I just wanted to annoy you, and make you come downstairs. Looks like it worked"

"Ugh I hate you" I storm out of his room.

"Yeah yeah, I'm hungry what you got" he yells.

"I don't know. Check" I tell him.

"Mm, nah I'm gonna order some Pizza" he Says.

"Did you even look?" I ask him looking at him in disbelief.

He shake his head and Picks up the phone. He orders 10 boxes of pizza?!.

"Matt, that is way too much pizza for the two of us" I say looking at him wide eyed.

"I know, but who said that it's only gonna be the two of us" he says smirking.

"What is that supposed to mean?"  "It means... I'm throwing A party. He texts people my address. What the hell? I grab his phone out of his phone.

"Watch it, you little bitch" he says trying to grab it. I run over behind the couch. "No, you are not throwing a party in my house!" I yell. He glares at me.

"Give it Back Riley, or I swear to God" he says.

"You want it you come and get it!" I yell. He runs over to me, and I squeal and jump over the couch, I trip over my foot and fall to the floor. "Aha your mine now" he says about to pounce on top of me. Before he could I quickly got up, and ran into the bathroom. I lock the door, and I hear him turning the knob. "Riley open the damn door" he says.

"Never" I say breathing heavily.

"Fine be that way then, I don't need some stupid phone" I hear him say. I hear footsteps fading away. I stay quiet, and wait a couple seconds.. Is he gone? I walk over to the door. I unlock it and slowly open it, I look outside and see no one out there. Whoo thank God I'm safe. And then I Realized, that I'm a really dumb person. I feel a hand go over my mouth, and Matt drags me into the living room. He puts me down into the couch, and crawls on top of me. He takes his hand off me, and tries to take the phone. "No! There can't be a party here!" I hold it tightly and slip it underneath me. "Are you serious right now? Give me my phone" he yells at me. I still try my hardest to keep the phone away.

"Fine, I guess if pinning you down onto the couch won't work, I guess I'm just gonna have to.. Tickle you!" As soon as those words come out of his mouth, I knew it was the day I was going to die. I hate being tickled.

"Please no!" He starts tickling me, and I burst out into laughter. "Ahh! Stop, my-my stomach-hurts! Ow" I laugh harder then last time, and my body begins squirming around. He gets to my sensitive spot and I squeal, and become weak. How does he remember where my sensitive spot is? I ask myself wondering how in the world he still remembers.

He laughs at me, and picks up his phone. "Got it." He says getting off of me. I control my Laughing and get up. "Matt no!" I yell, but it's too late he sent out the text to everyone.

"Whoops, I'm sorry" he says. "No I'm not" He walks away from me, and sits down on the couch, and turns on the TV.

"Ugh I hate you!"

"I hate you more" he says smiling at me.

"You know what, I don't care anymore, just leave me alone, and don't let anyone come upstairs, I'm going to take a nap, all this running around made me lose all my energy, and your cleaning everything up by yourself" I say.

"Your such a mom" He says. I hear the doorbell ring. "It's probably the Pizza guy" He gets off the couch, and takes out his wallet, he opens the door, and grabs all the pizza, and lays it down onto the counter. He pays the pizza guy his money. "Keep the change" he closes the door, and looks at me. " I thought you were going to take a nap" he says.

"I am. I am going now" I turn around and walk upstairs. Ugh, I swear he's the most childish, most annoying, meanest person I have ever met! I go into my room, and close the door. I put my homework away, deciding to finish it at a later time. I go on my bed, and craw underneath the sheets. I turn off the lamp, and get comfortable. His presence is going to be the death of me.