Decadence

Circumstances

Aidan's P.O.V

I stared disbelievingly at the figure which waited at the entrance to my bedroom door, unable to express my surprise. There was a tall slightly muscular guy standing there as if he expected to be greeted amiably. My bottom jaw must have been sitting in my lap as stared blankly at him. I definitely couldn't tell whether I was losing my mind or just plain unlucky anymore. The same guy who managed to beat me at school in front of everyone was standing right before me.

"Mind if I visit," he asked casually, "I didn't have anything better to do anyway."

His face was expressionless and he acted like he had never tried to blow me the fuck up. I didn't know whether I should cuss him out right here and now or invite him in. He looked like he wouldn't have cared either way. To make matters worse my little brother was standing right there, gazing back and forth between us.

"This guy's huge!" my younger brother exclaimed in amazement, practically drooling over the older boy.

My little brother who had the same red hair and orange eyes as I did was nine so I couldn't blame him for being amazed over someone who towered over him, but was that all he had to say about this guy. At this moment there were many things that I wanted to say to him, and it was nothing nice or appropriate either. All the while he stood there, his hazel eyes glued to me as he waited expectantly.

"Taylor," I addressed my brother, "Get the hell out of my room already."

"What?" he responded, feeling tossed to the side, "Why should I? I was the one that let him in in the first place!"

I glared at him then, which caused him to flinch. He stayed for a moment before I stepped closer to him and he ran out of the room. I relaxed and looked back at the other person that had invaded my personal space. I had a feeling that he wouldn't leave just by me staring him down. My hunch was right when I saw that he found the entire scene amusing and grinned.

As he stood in the entrance to my room he commented, "That was funny. Seems like your brother's really scared of you."

"Only because I burned him once when we were younger. Since then he pretty much leaves me alone," I replied hesitantly and backed away.

"So I guess you're a naturally violent person then?" he concluded as he stepped into my room, taking my hint.

The first thing he did was look around my room and comment how small it was. This irritated me but I pretended to not notice his comment. He showed no discretion when he talked to me and I found that unnerving. It was as if he thought we were friends just because we had fought each other. It was annoying and I wanted so badly to kick him out, but I didn't.

"I didn't think I'd honestly wear you out. Then again I guess you wore yourself out more or less," he said truthfully.

"How the hell do you even know where I live?" I interrogated him, seething with rage.

He scratched his head for a moment, causing his dirty blond locks to sway ever so slightly. He seemed to be searching for a good excuse, but was finding it hard. He was staring at me as if he didn't understand why I was so upset. If it was Damien he'd be embarrassed beyond belief to have lost to a Saunders, but considering Nicholas was also a Saunders and my friend, I didn't so much mind the Saunders. No, this guy pissed me off in a completely different sense. Somehow, I knew for a fact that he was an arrogant son of a bitch. I also didn't want to admit that I had lost to the likes of him and proved Damien right in his prediction that Nic and I would both lose our fights.

"You should probably read this I guess," he said nonchalantly, reaching into his pocket to remove a folded piece of lined paper.

He held it out to me, expecting me to take it from him. For a moment I just stared at it blankly, not understanding why he wanted me to have it. When he noticed this he purposely coughed and shoved it into my chest. I snatched it from him and backed away as a result, wanting to distance myself from him. I carefully examined the note, turning it over in my hand. I glanced up at him to see him eyeing me intently.