Love Is...

5. Annoying

CHAPTER - 5

LOVE IS... ANNOYING

'I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible. But I want to spend every irritating minute with you.'

"So, I've prepared this little questionnaire. You just have to answer these questions and based on your answers, I'll find the perfect girl for you." I beamed as I told Ashton about my perfect plan. In reply, he gave me a bored look and looked back at the TV screen where a very boring game of football was currently being played.

I satisfied myself and my self respect with the thought that maybe his boredom was due to the boring match and not me, even though I was sure that I was wrong.

Clearing my throat, I moved my laptop to the table and stood in front of him so I was blocking his view of TV. Not bothering to even acknowledge my presence, he shifted to his right to focus back on the idiot box, I followed suit and again blocked his view. He moved left with a sigh, I moved right. This ducking, sighing and moving process went on till he stopped moving and a wicked smirk covered his face.

Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to answer my questions, he opened his mouth. "Actually..." he drawled as I waited for him to complete his sentence while what he did at that moment was move his eyes from my toes to head, making them linger on my breasts. He continued, "I prefer looking at your breasts than the match, anyway." In reflex, I crossed my arms over my chest that resulted in a tremendous growth of his smirk. Blood rushed to my cheeks at his words and his eyes that were wandering from my face to my breasts were not helping at all. Just as I opened my mouth, again, to give him my golden advice of keeping his mouth shut, he beat me to it and said with an amused look, "You do know, that this little action of yours just enhances your breasts more, right?"

A gasp escaped my lips and acting on reflex, I uncrossed my arms and let them lose at my sides. I was red, I knew that. All the blood had rushed to my face because of the perverted jerk in front of me. What should have been done or said at that moment to make him shut up was not something I could think of. In fact, I had no clue as to what I should have done. I had never been in such highly perverted and ill-mannered surroundings. Running my fingers through my messy hair that were still intact in a bun, I looked around his living room in complete helplessness.

After taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself, I looked back at him and found him looking at me with a smirk on his face. That stupid, stupid smirk.

Ignoring his unnerving looks, gorgeous eyes and annoying smirk, I asked in my clipped professional tone, "Could you kindly co-operate and answ-"

"Could you kindly ask me whatever the f*ck you wanted to ask and get over with this sh*t?" He interrupted me and asked with a mock stern look, as if all the delay was my lone fault.

I gaped at him in disbelief of how someone could be so irritating. Seriously, what in the world was wrong with him? "Oh, God!" I groaned in annoyance that was immediately soaking every cell in my body, which made me close my fists in a death grip. My reaction just made the smirk on his face grow if that was even possible and he looked proud of himself. I stopped myself from hitting him or simply running out of his apartment and forget about this dreadful meeting entirely. What had I landed myself into?

"Miss Uptight, I go by Ashton, Ash-ton, not God!" He rolled his eyes at me, and my mouth fell open at the latest insult thrown my way and the cocky compliment he had flattered himself with.

I scowled at him and said, "I liked you better when you were all rude to me because now you're plain annoying."

At my reply, he did what he had been doing since I met him. He smirked. "So you liked me, huh?"