Sweep Me Off My Feet

Chapter 14: Birthday Drama Pt. 3

I woke up screaming on Christmas Eve.

I calmed down, breathing shallowly. Here I am, in the comfort of my bed, all nice and warm under my blankets— when I wake up to Ray all up in my face.

I was on my back, my legs caught in between his thighs; he was kneeling over me. He hands on each side of shoulders. He essentially had me trapped. “HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE!” He yelled in my face. I shut my eyes, and yelled a second time from his sudden screaming.

“Why’d you scream for?” He asked quietly. His minty breath was hitting me in the face.

Is he stupid or—?

I stared, I probably looked bewildered. I mean, how would you act if you woke up to this? But then I got sarcastic. “Oh I don’t know, my foot was hanging from under my blanket and it got cold; it freaked me out.”

“Really?” He asked.

“NO STUPID! You’re all up on my bed, looming over me, staring at my face! Why WOULDN’T I scream!? Plus I was sleeping!” I yelled at him.

He started laughing, rolling off. This was just so amusing to him. “Plus, you yelled some irrelevant a$$ sh*t.” He stopped laughing.

He sat on the edge of my bed, on the right side. He gave me a stank face “Irrelevant?! It’s Christmas Eve damnit! Where’s you holiday spirit!”

I rolled my eyes at him, rubbing my eyes. “What possessed you to do that anyways? You could have just woke me up.” He just shrugged his shoulders.

“You looked peaceful sleeping. Plus I did want to scare you.” He snickered at my face; I was not amused. I had bed head, it’s early in the morning, and this loser almost gave me a heart attack.

“I don’t understand you! Weirdo..” I mumbled, kicking his back softly. “Good, I’m not meant to be understood.” He stuck his tongue out at me.

I thought about Craig’s party tonight. Us girls haven’t told them about anything yet.

I stretched, yawning. I probably looked ugly doing it, but I don’t care. He’s the one that’s in here before I get freshened up. He might as well see me in my “realest” state.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” I asked. He looked into space, then nodded his head “no”. He looked at me, half smiling. “Why, you wanna help me leave cookies for Santa?”

“No! How old are you?!” I asked sarcastically laughing. “We’re going clubbing tonight.” I told him. “Who’s ‘we’”? He asked. “Us girls, and we want you all to come, so tell the other guys. Club Mayhem, 10 o’clock, okay?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Who clubs on Christmas Eve?” I wanted to tell him the real reason, but I couldn’t spoil it. So I lied. “We’re being different! So are you coming?”

He stood up, walking to the door. I guess he was thinking about it. He shrugged. “Sure, as long as I’m your date.” He smirked. I threw one of my pillows at him. He reflected it, smirking some more at me.

I hate him sometimes. That annoying hate you have for someone you like. That hate that just makes you smile inside..cause— you don’t really hate ’em.

“Whatever! Make sure you tell the others. Mayhem. 10 o’clock. Got it?” “Got it.” He mocked me, walking out the door.

I sighed, putting a pillow over my face. My heart was FINALLY calming down. Too many things to handle at once.

1. His body over mine. Don’t judge me— that was a lot to handle!

2. His angel face all up in mine. Too much beauty up close, my brain is mush now.