Breaking Chains

Chapter Twelve

Once I got home I went straight into the laundry room after changing into my flip flops. I opened the dryer and pulled out Alec's shirt that he left over here the last time he was here when he was helping us unload the truck. I folded it up and set it down. Looking at it and I sighed so it turns out that we share gym, theater, and English with each other. All of those classes I have at the end of the day after lunch. "God damn it why does life have to hate me so much?" I grabbed the shirt before walking out the door. I carefully locked the door behind me just in case before walking over to Alec's house. I was hoping to give him his shirt back and then be done with it, but apparently life has other plans for me.

Alec opened the door wearing nothing, but gray sweat pants. So I could see every muscle and his tone tan skin. His sweat pants was riding low on his hips so you could see his 'V' line. "Damn why does he have to be so freaking sexy. No I can't keep thinking of him like this. I must remember what he did to that poor girl earlier today during lunch today." He raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face "Enjoying the view sweetheart?" I rolled my eyes "As if. I've seen much better."

"I know I'm lying, but he doesn't need to know how much I'm really into him. Or how hot I truly think he is." He chuckled "Yeah sure you have." I rolled my eyes and held his shirt out to him. "Here you left this at our house the last time you were there." He grabbed the shirt with his left hand. My eyes instantly went wide when I saw his busted knuckles covered with dried blood. I grabbed his hand "What the hell happened to your hand?" He shrugged not looking at all to surprised at this, as if it doesn't bother him in the slightest. He held up his other hand "It's nothing it doesn't even hurt I'm okay." His other hand was even worst it was bleeding with huge and small broken glass shards sticking out of it. My eyes felt like they were bulging out of my head by now. His eyes traveled to his hand also dropping it instantly "It's not as bad as it seems."

"Not so bad are you nuts or just plain stupid! You're bleeding!" He rolled his eyes "I'm fine it doesn't hurt." I put my hands on my hips "Of nothing hurts you, you're mister muscle man nothing hurts you or fazes you in the slightest! Now wait here I'm going to grab my first aid kit." He rolled his eyes as I ran towards my house. I ran into the bathroom grabbing the first aid kit and grabbed a towel shoving it in my back pocket of my black leather pants. Then I ran back outside to his house. He was still standing there leaning slightly on the door. Once I was in front of him I took one deep breath before releasing it. That calmed my beating heart, although seeing him standing there all god like with his shirt off is causing it to beat even faster.

"May I come in?" He moved aside to let me through as I walked into his house. He closed the door behind me "Wow his house is actually normal. I was expecting huge work out equipment." He turned towards me "So where do you want to sit?" He shrugged "It's up to you we could stay in here or we could go up to my room." I felt myself begin to blush slightly from the thought of being in his room. "Wow why must I be like this when it comes to him...of all people." I looked down at the ground "I'd prefer the living room if you don't mind." I looked up at him to see him shrug again with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Damn why does he have to have such enticing lips? I really wish I could taste them to see how soft they really are. Okay I really need to get a psych evaluation." I walked over to the couch and pointed to it then command "Sit!"

He has a slight smile on his face as he started walking over here. "Yes...mom," he said chuckling. Causing me to even smile slightly he looked shocked and then smiled "So I finally get to see you smile at me. See that wasn't so hard." I rolled my eyes "Sure it was." My smile growing just a bit bigger and he chuckled at my little joke "Okay sure it is." He sat on the couch in front of me as I rolled my eyes again. I knelt down in front of him and opened up my beautifully well organized first aid kit. I pulled the towel out from my back pocket spreading it out on the floor. Then I grabbed my tweezers and grabbed his hand gently in my own.