Green Eyes That See Red (NEW! UPDATING WHEN I CAN - 2019)

Hot And Cold

The next day I slept past my alarm and was late and didn't come in till third period. As I juggled all my books in my hands and threw them in my locker, I paused when I heard a high pitched moaning getting louder and louder coming from the girl's bathroom. Whenever that was heard everyone always knew it was Roman Godfrey. But I thought he wasn't going to do that anymore especially after last night. I shakily entered the bathroom and cleared my throat. Still it continued.
"Just so you know I can hear you out in the hall."
I prayed I wouldn't see or hear Roman and that it was someone else. There was a short silence before the cubicle door opened, the girl almost tripping her way out with a smirking Roman behind her till he saw it was me and he looked down almost embarrassed for a second before having the nerve to wash his hands in front of me as the girl left.

"What the hell was that?"
I stood my jaw slightly hanging. He shook his hands dry and looked at me with an arched brow,
"I thought I talked about this with you. I like sex. Plus technically we didn't even have-"
He began explaining but I didn't want to hear it. I covered his mouth quickly with my hand and he widened his eyes at me confused and surprised by my sudden contact.
"I just thought yesterday, the dance, us talking. It doesn't matter. I'll see you round Godfrey."
I eventually released my hand from his mouth and he ran his tongue over his lips before grabbing my wrist as I was about to leave. I spun round with a glare.
"I know. I liked last night too. If you'd have wanted me to fuck you so bad why didn't you just ask me last night angel?"
I grimaced in disgust at him. I snatched my arm away.
"You really are a pig aren't you. If you were a girl you'd be queen of the bitches. The skankiest slut and-"
I was interrupted with my kind of immature insulting when Roman burst out laughing and I tried not to crack a smirk myself.
"You're funny Naomi.. I always remember you being funny."
He muttered the last part staring at his feet in thought.
"Well anyway. Point is I don't want to sleep with you."
I scowled at him, he drove me so fucking mad.
"Angel. Don't lie to me."
He looked more serious and intimidating that I just rolled my eyes at the new nickname he had for me and left flipping him off and hearing a girl enter and say,
"Hey, get out! This is the girl's room."
Before chuckling to myself and walking to class shaking my head.

The bell rang for the end of the day and I headed to my car. I got in and threw my bag in the back before starting up the engine. Shit. Fucking great, the cars not starting. I began loosing it and repeatedly started hitting the steering wheel and dashboard over and over.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
I jumped when knocking on my window was heard. Roman. Does this boy always follow me round now? Roman strolled round to the other side of the car and got in the seat beside me.
"Why are you so jumpy?"
He asked looking at me with a small smirk. I shrugged and rested my arms on the steering wheel with my head on top but facing him.
"Rough day?"
He stared at me. I just nodded with a small pout, my eyelids getting heavier with tiredness as he spoke. His eyes scanned my face briefly.
"You know you're cute when you're pissed."
He chuckled but I only rolled my eyes.
"Let me give you a lift if your car isn't starting. I'll help you take it to get fixed tomorrow."
He smiled at me. I was too tired and moody to reject so I nodded then sat up smiling gratefully.
"Thank you."
I said. He grinned playfully at me before saying,
"Ah, so you still remember your pleases and thank you's."
I glowered at him with hooded eyes,
"And fuck you's."
I added. He chuckled and I rolled my eyes and laughed softly before I got out my car and headed to his, Roman carrying my bag.

He opened the door for me to my surprise and then walked round to his side and got in, handing me my bag with a smile as I placed it on my lap.
He started up the engine and we drove off. It was silent for a good 5 minutes. After a while I felt Roman's fingers lightly trace my thigh before firmly grasping it and leaving it to rest there, a smirk tugging on his lips as if he could almost feel my breath hitch and heart rate quicken. He pulled up outside his house after a few more silent minutes and I couldn't believe I was so focused on where Roman had placed his hand that I hadn't even noticed where we were going. I quickly removed his hand from my thigh making him turn to me.
"Why the fuck are we at your house?"
He smirked again and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear before replying casually,
"Because I want you to come inside."
Now I was confused. From the way I was treated last time I saw Roman, I never thought I'd end up back here, and certainly not to be asked over again, apart from by Shelley, but even then the chances weren't high.
"B, but I really have to-"
I began shakily, remembering my last visit here when I was slapped and lost all contact with Roman.
"Please. I know it'll be awkward as fuck but I really want to make things right."
He had a pleading look in his eyes that I couldn't say no to, so I just unsurely nodded and he grinned, stepping quickly out of his car to my side to open it for me as I got out and we paced ourselves over to his mansion.

Once we entered the house I immediately recognised the signature voice of Olivia Godfrey that had always rung straight through me making me nervous.
"Roman darling? I was just coming to pick you up as a change but I guess I was a little..."
She spoke loudly as she made her way from the kitchen to the hallway, before slowing down her pace and volume as she looked at me.
Roman seemed to notice and began to explain.
"Mother, this is Naomi. Naomi Leon from when we were kids. Remember?"
All I could do was look at my twitching feet as I tried not to panic or make any eye contact with Olivia as I suddenly heard her footsteps growing nearer down the polished floorboarded hall.
I got so tense till I surprisingly felt Roman slip his arm round my waist, pulling me closer till our sides were touching almost defensively. I immediately eased up a little and lifted my head to come face to face with Olivia, her eyes locking with mine.
"Ah yes,"
She said disapprovingly after a short pause.
"The clumsy girl who I hope is not clumsy anymore."
I felt Roman's glare at his mother before I saw it and he led me straight upstairs to his room.

As we entered I looked around to see how much it had changed during the years. The walls had changed from a cream colour to a mature, manly, dark grey. The carpet was removed to have been replaced by polished dark wooden floorboards mainly covered with clothes and shoes scattered around the room. His bed was neatly made, probably by their butler or maid, and I noticed a few empty alcohol bottles around. He let out a heavy breath and stretched, running a hand through his now messy hair.
"Oh uh, did you want something to drink?"
Roman asked as I turned to him from looking round his room briefly.
"I'm fine, thanks. Hey it's a nice room ya got. I mean obviously I've seen it before, but what you've done with it, it looks nice."
I kinda awkwardly tried filling the silence. Roman gave a smug look as he sat on the edge of his bed after pouring himself some alcohol.
"Yeah it's alright I guess. Kinda need to clean up a bit though huh."
I gave a smile and nodded.

I sat beside him and chuckled when I saw his messy hair that actually made him look even cuter, if it were possible, though I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. He looked at me almost worried as he didn't know what I was laughing at.
"What're you laughing at?"
I reached up slightly to lightly finger comb his hair so it was slicked back again. He smiled and began leaning in but I pushed his chest lightly, he gave me a concerned look.
"I'm not one of those girls."
He smirked,
"But I'm sure you could be for me."
He moved closer to me again and placed a hand firmly on my thigh and the other at the back of my neck as he tried to move in again. I shoved him hard and he immediately jolted away standing up along with me. He looked kinda angry, I thought he was gonna hit me but then I saw his signature smirk come back and I headed for his door. Roman grasped my waist and slammed his door with the other hand before using both his hands to hold me still till I stopped trying to get away.

"What! Roman, I swear to god, if you don't get off of me-"
I began angrily as we locked eyes. He had a look of lust and impatience in his eyes but I tried to ignore it.
"Roman, I'm not one of those girls who just wants to fuck around with you, and I never will be. Me and you, we have a history. Those fuckgirls you mess around with don't. I knew it was a mistake coming here."
I finished as I shoved him away and quickly flung the door open and cantered downstairs and left straight through the front door before Olivia could leave the kitchen.

The next few days were like this, Roman would flirt then wind me up, or I'd just get mad at him and sometimes would ignore him for a few days, but that never stopped him from bothering me some way or another. He never apologised for the evening at his house and the way he behaved, but I guess that's what Roman was like now, I just kept forgetting that people change.