Human Hater

Chapter 4: He's Everywhere

"To piss you off."
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I struggled in his fist, attempting to pull my arms up. It was futile. He stared at me, squeezing me even tighter, my arms still pinned down to my sides.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I wheezed, already out of breath from moving too much. I'm so unfit. The fact that his grip was so tight didn't help either.

"I don't know. Am I?" He questioned sniggering.

Seriously? Why else would I ask? His mindless and taunting behaviour only increased my anger. I let out an irritated screech; his grip eventually loosened, and he shifted me onto his palm. We remained silent for merely a few moments until the idiot decided upon speaking again.

"So... I'm supposed to show you my room..." Dylan trailed off, smirking down at my small form.

I rolled my eyes, fidgeting a little. This wasn't going to end well.

Abruptly, he plucked me up off of his massive palm, dangling my minuscule body in the air and away from his face... Far away. Instinctively, I hastily tried to grab hold of one of his fingers, though that was seemingly a bad idea. He chuckled at my efforts and slowly spun around.

I felt as if I were flying, and I had absolutely no control over my own body. It sucked.

"Stop! I don't care about your bloody room. Put me down!" I shrieked, my heartbeat amplifying. He grinned, walking towards his bed and taking a seat.

"And I don't care about you," he retorted, bringing me closer towards his face. His eyes glistened mischievously. Well... Unfortunately, they were always like that.

I huffed, flinging my arms around everywhere even though I knew it would have no effect on him. Who knew dangling at least 100ft in the air would be so terrifying? Oh, right. Me. Dylan quirked a brow, continuously appearing amused.

"I could do this all day," he whispered, my body extremely close to his lips. Too close for comfort.

Once again, I felt helpless, and I rolled my eyes. It took all of me not to make any more rude comments about him. Maybe if I didn't react, he would stop irritating me. Doubtful, but worth a try. I remained motionless, not saying a word. Immediately, he brought me away from his face, glancing down at me with furrowed brows.

"Hm. Why so quiet suddenly?" Dylan questioned, scanning my small form.

Was it working? Would he shut up?

"You know, I can make you talk. It's easy," he smirked, shifting me onto his palm again.

Ha. I could make you cry, so shut your mouth. Of course, I didn't say that to him. Part of me felt nervous as to what he would do. It appeared as if he had forgotten all about both our parents being in the house and the part where he's supposed to be nice. Oh, and maybe the little detail about personal space.

He tilted his head to the side, scoffing.

"Ah, so you wanna be like this? Hm? Try to remember- our families are downstairs. My bedroom door is shut; no one can hear you," he whispered, trying to act all intimidating. I soon spoke. I couldn't help it.

"Are you mad? You sound like a serial killer now," I sniggered, rolling my eyes. "What are you gonna do? Talk me to death?"

"What if I am?" He smiled, wrapping his huge fingers around me and adjusting my position, so I ended up in his fist. At my next comment, he shrugged. "I'm not one to constantly talk y'know..."

I bit my bottom lip, averting my gaze elsewhere. What a lovely floor... Suddenly, he shook me slightly, forcing me to look back up at his face. I grunted, glaring up at him. Before I came here, I was scared, but I didn't actually think this would happen. Is he a psychopath? What on earth is wrong with him?

"Can we go downstairs? I'm tired of looking at you," I eventually mumbled. He then started laughing, startling me.

"Nope. I gotta have some more fun with you," he snickered again, tightening his grip. It didn't hurt- it just felt uncomfortable. Plus, he STILL obviously wanted to intimidate me.

I smiled, rolling my eyes.

"I'm going to tell everyone about this when we go downstairs," I threatened. Now it was my turn to annoy him. His smile faded, and he looked a little concerned. Actually, he seemed very concerned, until something seemingly popped up in his mind. He chuckled, staring down at me.

"If you do that, you'll pay~," he muttered tauntingly, once again- tightening his grip—surprise surprise.

"Hm... It doesn't look like that's going to happen..." I trailed off, wondering what he meant. This seemed to amuse him further, and for some reason, he kept grinning- a really toothy grin.

"Are you stupid? You do realise we're going to the same school. Did you forget?" He blurted out, laughing again.

My eyes widened. I had forgotten all about that. My mother's irritating smile reappeared in my mind, and I felt so frustrated. This is all her fault. Now I'm going to be stuck with him. I tutted, exhaling deeply.

"B-E-A-uuuuutiful," I replied, smiling. It was a forced smile. The kind of smile you do when your parents force you to pose for a picture. The 'constipated whale' kinda smile. Whale? I don't even know anymore...

Dylan looked confused, though the grin was still plastered on his irritating face.

"Oh, you're gonna love it. It will be great. Wherever you go, I'll be there. Always and forever..." He sneered, most likely finding my facial expression hilarious.

I wasn't finding any of this funny.

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Finally, an update. It's been forever- had a lot of stuff going on! It's all cool now, and I'm back to writing.

This is a real crappy chapter...

Hopefully, others will be better. I'm taking it slow, hoping to update soon.

<3