Vengeance

1.0- I'll comeback to haunt you

As I lay in my room, with the window shut tight, and the door locked, I reach for my phone. I unlock my phone and I scroll a name which I had neve texted before. I couldnt shake the feeling in my stomach. There was just something about her that made me feel different.

I tapped her name and I decided to text her. It was late at night and I was bored. I needed to do something. Imogen went to bed so early, and it was a different time in North Carolina. No body that I knew there would be up. They would just be getting up to live their lives.

*What are you doing?* I texted her.

It wasnt a second later before I got a text back.

*Cant stay away from me can you British Boy? ;)*

A smirk grew on my face as I typed a message back to her.

*Know.. you see I can.. I'm just so bored right now.*

*Harry, I'm thinking about you.. As I'm touching.... my...*

That was the end of the message. What was she touching! I started to get impatient as my heart rate sky rocketed. What was Gina doing texting me these things? What did she think this was!?

Seconds later my phone vibrated and it was a text message from her. I gulped, feeling my Adams apple move lower than it had ever in its life. My palms were sweaty as I opened the message.

*lamp ;)*

I rolled my eyes and didn't text her back. That girl! Unbelievable! I sighed and decided to put my phone back on charge. I turned over in my bed and tossed the blanket off of myself. I couldn't sleep now.

All that was in my mind was the first time I had ever stepped foot in this hallway trying to find my room; I had happened to walk in on Gina. I tried to get the image out of my head but I just couldn't. Once I figured out I couldn't sleep, I got out of my bed and walked out of the room and down the stairs.

I could always do what my father and I did when I was younger and couldn't sleep. We would always eat a bowl of cereal. My father always told me that a real man ate midnight snacks. Those were the only happy memories with my father.

I couldn't help but wonder what Imogen would think if she had happened to wake up and see my downstairs in the kitchen. I found a bowl and spoon. I couldn't decide what kind of cereal I wanted. so, I mixed Cheerios and coco pebbles together. I poured milk in and sat at the bar.

As I was eating, Gina came downstairs in nothing but a T-shirt. It barely covered her amazing bum. I gulped and began to choke on my cereal. Milk began to spill from the bowl and onto my lap.

Gina had the most amazing legs. They were incredibly long and lean. They were tanned and beautiful. I bit my lip as my eyes scanned her body greedily. I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was adamantly checking her out. As my eyes found her chest, I realized that she wasn't wearing a Bra. I had to close my eyes and looked up at her eyes.

Her hair had looked like she had been sleeping. Our eyes met and she was smirking.

"Have you had enough of staring at me Harold? I don't like to be stared at." She snapped as she rolled her eyes.

I snickered and started to finally feel the milk seeping into my pajamas. I sighed and looked at Gina.

"Harry, why did you text me?" She asked as she sat on the stool next to me. She crossed her legs and leaned on the counter.

I shrugged and tried to Pat my pants dry.

"It won't dry." She said.

"yes it will. You don't know anything." I snapped.