Fighting the Gods

Chapter two

A smell of pancakes filled my nose before I even opened my eyes. I sat up, running my hand through my messy hair. Robin was sat at the table, pancakes on his plate, and he was shirtless. I bit my lip as I remembered I was wearing his shirt. I got out of bed and slipped into the chair next to Robin. He looked me up and down.

"So that's where my shirt went"

I shrugged. "I forgot my pyjamas"

Robin just shook his head. He walked over to the mini kitchen in the corner of the room, and came back a second later with a plate filled with pancakes.

"I made you some as well"

I thanked him, and tucked in. Since when was Robin a good cook?

After breakfast Robin went in the shower. I changed whilst he was in the shower. I pulled on a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt. I fish tailed my hair and put on my make-up.

Robin came out the bathroom whilst I was sat at the dressing table. I watched him in the reflection in the mirror. He had his towel wrapped around his hips. His hair was dripping wet, and his six-pack was shiny from the water. I shook my head and forced myself to look away, concentrating on my mascara. Robin went to undo the towel.

"Woah!" I cried. "Girl over here"

Robin looked at me puzzled.

"I don't think dropping your towel whilst I'm in the room is a good idea"

Robin smirked.

He dropped the towel.

I rolled my eyes.

He was wearing boxers under the towel.

"Honestly what was the point of the towel then?"

"If you don't want me to wear the towel next time, just say" Robin said, and winked at me.

"Just because your hot does not give you the right to be a cocky asshole"

"You think I'm hot?"

My eyes widened. I did not just say that.

"No. I mean your hot, but I don't think your hot-no that's not what I mean. I mean yeah your hot but I don't think your hot in that way. Oh god, I mean-"

Robin held up his hands, and I stopped talking. He stepped closer to me and traced his hand down the side of my face.

"Shhh, it's ok, I think I'm hot too"

I smacked at his hand. Really?

"Your such a jerk"

"But I'm your jerk"

"Shut up Robin"

"Anything for you baby"

"I'm not your baby"

"Fine, your my princess"

"I'm not a princess"

"Yeah, your too ugly to be a princess"

"Robin!"

"Yes sugar?"

"Just go fuck yourself"

"Only if you join in"

"Eugh!"

I flipped Robin of, and walked out the room. Why was he such a jerk?!

I made my way out into the car park. The air whipped at my hair, and I shivered, I should of brought a jacket. There was two men a few meters away from me, arguing about something. They looked over at me, and then shrugged. They made their way over to me. They were tall. One had brown hair and was wearing a brown leather jacket, black shirt and knee length shorts. The other guy was blonde, and his hair was tied up in a pony tail, he was wearing a white shirt and black jeans. They looked angry. I looked around me, there was no one else in the car park. I panicked, and went to open the door into the lobby, but it was locked. Shit. Glancing over my shoulder they were just a few steps away. I turned and hurried down an alleyway.