My Arrogant, Cocky, Possessive, Roommate

Chapter 13

I was grateful for everything that i had in life, for everyone that i had in life. Big or small, mean or nice, i was still grateful.

I have seen many things in my life, well eighteen years of living. My mom and dad going through it all night, about where he has been the whole day... Or who he has been with.

Perhaps they forgotten there was still a little girl in her bedroom, they're little girl, waiting for them tell me a bedtime story.

I was waiting quietly, silently and patiently as they continued screaming, yelling.

So i guess you could say that i forgave the devil.

I had to, the look he was giving me wasn't helping at all. Tall, dark and brooding would be all the words that i would use to describe Brad.

I looked up at him, "Why am i here?" I asked silently, playing with the hem of my shirt trying to distract myself. I cursed myself silently in my head forbecause so scared of his intimidating self.

He didn't answer me, he just stared right past me as if i didn't exist. I tried to control my anger, but with Brad my paitence was wearing thin.

"I'm sorry, i didn't know your highness was def." I spat out sacastically.

That struck a nerve in him because next thing i knew he stepped up close to me, too close for my liking. "I would control what you say around me, tesoro." Italian wouldn't be the nationality that i thought Bradley was, i didn't think he even had a nationality, i just thought that he was a plain white boy with no mommy or daddy to cry to.

Whatever the nickname was that Bradley called me Italian, made me clamp my thighs shut because there was a heat between my legs when he spoke Italian that i'm sure shouldn't have been there.

Flushed, i searched my brain for a good comeback. "Actually no, i don't think i want to obey to your every command anymore." I replied back snarkly.

I heard silent chuckles behind me and then i mentally gave myself a pat on the back. That's when i turned around and actually acknowledged the other warm bodies present in the room.

He looked troubled, and then his expression quickly changed and his eyes had turned into angry black slits, "Va bene, mi ascolti ti piccola puttana." He spoke in his foreign language and i didn't understand what he was saying.

"I'm sorry, but i don't speak Parmesan." I said smartly.

He shook with anger as he stalked towards and that's when the people who were laughing behind me came forward. They held him back trying to calm him down, while he sat back in a chair taking deep breathes.

He stared me down giving me deadly stares while i returned the look.

I didn't know how to talk to him, and i bet one trillion dollars that he didn't know how to talk to me either without leaving me in tears and me leaving him all riled up, but satisfied on the inside that he got me upset.

The look that he gave me sent chills down my spine, and suddenly i wanted to be back in Kyle's warm soothing arms that always protected me whenever i was in harms way.

God Kyle, i wasn't even thinking about him, this whole time i was thinking of a way to get Bradley riled up.

I looked up at them, "Where's my bag?" I asked as i looked for it, i looked under the couch and on top of it. I just needed to call Kyle to make sure that he knew that I was okay.

"It's in the room." A new voice, a familiar voice that i noticed and i turned my head towards the person who spoke up. I looked over my shoulder and i noticed it as the guy in the store, Adam.