In a week, both my parents died, and now I have to marry him?! Oh hell yes!!!
Chapter Three
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I unpacked my bags and carefully twisted the wooden door, which looked like it was attacked by termites, put through a door shredder, dumped in the ocean, washed up on a sandy island, and glued back together with clag clue. I grimaced as it creaked and banged against the wall because of the wind blowing violently through the window in my and Christie's bedroom does not mix with totally beat-up doors. I let out a breath and looked over to the staircase to see the-most-GORGEOUS guy ever, staring at me. *Swoon* He had black hair, icy-blue eyes and was heaps taller than me (and I was 166cm tall without shoes!). I took a deep breath and I walked past him down the creaky-and-super-creepy stairs, only to be grabbed by my biceps towards him.
"Looky here girly, I dun usually welcome any ov ya new kids to ma orphanage but, coz yar so pretty, I'll giv ya tha option. Either ya be ma gal, or get beaten everyday yur ere." I snorted at his accent, and I totally turned my back on the thought of this guy being hot. If they're jerks, it isn't worth my time. That's my motto... Well, one of them at least. His face contorted in anger, almost as if he knew what I thought was so hilarious.
"Not a chance boy, I don't waste my time on jerks on you." I leaned in closer. "Even if they're hot. Jerkiness... Just ruins in for me." I was about to rip myself out of his tightening grip, but instead I moved closer again.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" I lowered my tone to a seductive whisper and stood on my tiptoes to make my face closer to his, just to annoy the heck out of him. "Nice accent." I smirked and my arms blood supply was cut off almost immediately. I restrained myself from wincing; I can forget about smoker-boy, I am so going to beat up this guy. His face was even angrier if possible, and he chuckled darkly, trying to intimidate me. It was not working, I had been taught too many black-belt moves from my black-belt best friend.
"Oh, Its no accent girl, I just knew it would annoy the hell out of a princess like you... So, you think I'm hot do you?" He dropped his Bogan accent, and my jaw dropped at how sexy his real accent was, American. *Swoon* I knew most girls loved the British accent, but the American accent was WAY hotter... Like Jensen Ackles *swoon much?* He chuckled and my sister chose the perfect time to come out of our trashy room.
"It's about TIME you found a boyfriend Stella! Jeez, I thought that boys thought that you had a disease or something!" She smiled apologetically and Icy-heart in front of me snorted. "No offence Stell."
I jutted my jaw out and whispered to Icy-heart (his new nickname, since I don't know his name yet, mwahaha!) , "They never really could get past my awesomeness... or my ninja bff!" I smirked and he snorted again. "Can't find any real friends can we?!"
My sister butted in again. "ACTUALLY, She's friends with all the boys in her school, which is weird because they smell, and her only GIRL friend is a freaky-black-belt girl! I never did like Dana... Oh! So THAT'S why you never had a boyfriend! You were friends with them all! Ooooohhhhhhh!" What a weird little sister she is... I shook my head in disapproval of her 'just realized the obvious" -ness. Icy-Heart snickered and I gave him a warning glare to stay away from my sister. He just looked back up at my sister and smiled friendlily. Which totally weirded me out. I knew something was up.
"Yep! I'm her boyfriend!" My face fell. I KNEW something was up... "Want me to prove it?" Her mouth opened to say something, but he was too fast for her. He smashed his lips to mine cockily and full on made out with me (who was frozen in shock) in front of my little sister. Shameful. I actually enjoyed it though... His lips were so soft, and perfect. His hold on me was not on my arms anymore, but now on the small of my back. I lifted my arms to his neck, expecting him to laugh and pull away. But, he didn't. Instead, he kissed me deeper and more passionately than before. I completely lost track of time until my sister caught on to what we were doing.
"EWW! Now your gonna have a BABY STELLA! Yes, that's right! I know that kissing boys makes you pregnant! Gracie told me at school last week! EWWWWWWW!!!" I heard her run back into our room and shut the door, still screaming 'Eww's!' and 'Yuck's!' I chuckled into Ice-heart's mouth and he pulled away, blushing. It was really cute when he blushed! Aww!
"I'm Stella by the way." I said, trying to hide my laughter at Christie's outburst. "Damien." He smiled friendlily and leaned down, closer to my face. I closed the distance, and kissed him again. He stroked my face with one hand, and sparks flew. I pulled away slightly and took in a breath.
"Sorry for calling you a jerk...' I looked down, and bit my lip.
"Sorry for calling you a princess..." I looked back up at his face again and he was smirking. I smiled at him.
"Actually, I kinda liked being called a princess!" I giggled, and he chuckled until we heard Christie from behind my bedroom door. "STELLA!?!? ARE YOU DONE SNOGGING YET!?!?" She screamed, just as an orphanage person (you know, the teachers or whatever they're called) walked passed before stopping and glaring at Damien and I.
" Were you two kissing? Because you should both know that kind thing is NOT tolerated here. Especially you Damien." She cocked an eyebrow, making her wrinkles stand out even more, if possible. I shifted my weight to my right leg, shocking it when it hit the old wooden stairs. I grimaced at the pain and when it disappeared I cocked an eyebrow at Damien once he looked at me again. He turned, his back to me, and walked backwards until he was next to me and we were both leaning against the crummy banister, which was so eaten away by age (and insects) that it looked like someone had tried to polish it and the stairs with a metal "steelo". We were in the middle of the staircase, just watching the wrinkled, old lady who was still staring at us. Damien leaned in close to my ear and whispered,
"I've been here for a few years, and I've never approved of their interior decorating skills."
I giggled and the lady-orphanage-mother-teacher-person's face crumpled in anger.
"Youth these days... Damien, of all people, should KNOW I take this extremely strictly. If I catch you two kissing on the grounds again, I'll have to transfer you BOTH. AWAY. Of course I am nice enough not to separate you and your sister Stella. Children her age are far too young to be alone in orphanages... When they have a choice anyway..." She huffed and straightened out her brown dress before continuing up the stairs and down a dark hallway. I turned my head slightly towards Damien and laughed.
"And to think I was prepared to beat up some poor kid to get out of this place!" I laughed harder, but stopped when I noticed he wasn't laughing with me. I looked up to see his pretty face nervous and sad.
"What's up?" I asked, concerned.
"There is more to this dump than meets the eye... I can feel it..." He tore his gaze away from some random object to meet my confused gaze.
"Like what?" I cocked my head to the side and Christie hopped down the stairs to stand next to me, on the opposite side of Damien.
"I don't know, but we're gonna find out." I laughed at how clique that sounded and he chuckled, realising the clique in his words aswell.
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