Traitor

2- Do You Workout?

Maddison

"What the hell? No you're not. This is the first time I've seen you," I say, taking a step back in disbelief. What does he mean he was - is - watching me?

"That's kinda the point, amoureux," he chuckles, stepping closer to me. He speaks that single word in a different language clearly and smoothly. I vaguely recognize it as french, but I can't focus on what it means.

"But-"

"But I wouldn't be doing a very good job if you knew I was there. I doubt you'll be able to find me again after this," he shrugs, but then pauses and strokes his chin. "Unless I don't even hide anymore. Since you know I'm here, maybe after this-"

"After this?! You're still going to follow me?!" I pull at my hair. This kid is the ultimate pervert. What has he seen?

"I don't have a choice, tesoro," he smiles, flashing me his white teeth. I scowl. Why does he keep speaking in different languages? It's pissing me off.

"What is your name?" I demand, my hands curling into tight fists.

"Now I can't tell you that," he tells me sternly, waving his finger in the air.

"You have the nerve to march in here and scare the crap out of me after stalking me and not tell me your name?" I ask in disbelief. He traces his own sharp jawline and then sighs, biting his lip uncertainly again.

God, he needs to stop doing that.

"Fine, but again, it's only because I want to, not because you said," he says.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I shrug. He steps closer, only a few feet away now.

"I'm Aiden. Nice to finally talk to you, Maddison," he grins. He steps closer again and extends his hand. I notice that he doesn't say "meet" since he's already been watching me. I stare at his hand for a moment before painfully heaving my shoulder forward shaking it. His hands are warm despite the cool air. I can feel the ring on his finger under mine. He gives my hand a firm shake before pulling away. I shiver in the cold again, wrapping my arms around myself. Alright, I want to get away from this creep. What to do, what to do?

"Well, its cold out here and I'd better get going-"

"Please, you have thirty more minutes before you normally even wake up," he sighs. I step back again, my calf quivering sorely. Yes, I realize he's been watching me. But to know when I wake up? That means he watches me sleep.

"Creep," I accuse. He laughs.

"I prefer the term, tastefully observational," he says. "And don't try and get away from me. You... can't - no one - can lose me," he emphasized no one, but seemed to hesitate when he said 'you'. I ignore it and say,

"But I have to get to the school, or I'll die of the cold."

"Of course you will," he mutters sarcastically. "But to stop your whining... Here," he takes his own jacket off. It's an old and worn cargo jacket with leather on the shoulders and elbows. It's got a hole in the collar and the zipper is missing, but it looks warm.

"You'll be cold," I say, looking at him. His icy eyes look deep into mine.

"I'm used to it. Besides, since when have you cared about me?" He snorts, holding the jacket out. I snatch it out of his hands and take my backpack off, wrapping it around myself. Almost immediately I feel myself warming up. Aiden picks up my bag and hands it to me. I lift my achy arm to accept it while looking at his biceps, broad shoulders and abs, which make his white t-shirt stretch out. I tear my eyes away before he notices me looking.