Precious

Talk Dirty to Me Part 2

"I want you to put some clothes on." Alexander growled and pushed me roughly away from him with a laugh that made me stare at him for a second as if he was psychotic. As his smile dissipated he ran a hand through his beautiful charcoal hair and clenched his jaw. "Go."

"I'm not sure I want to change. If you hate seeing me in a towel so much, I think I'd rather just stay like this and wait for you to get out of my house." I growled as I put my hand on my hip.

A sarcastic smile formed on his face but it doesn't reach his eyes. In fact his eyes told me that he'd had it up to here with my nonsense. I rolled my eyes as I pushed him out of the way to exit my bathroom.

I ran for my closet and began to change into my comforting Juicy gray pajama shorts and a Dolce and Gabbana silk pajama shirt. Then I let my hair down and went outside.

"I'm obviously the only one who wants to get anything done in- ." Alexander began to point back and forth between us and mumble unintelligibly. However, I think his intention was to say "partnership, us, or group".

"Oh my god, have I mentioned how much I hate you?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him.

"Actually yes, but it never hurts to hear it again, especially since I feel the same way." He smiled sarcastically and moved his ear close to my face. When he saw my annoyed look he quickly changed his demeanor.

"Look, I just had to beat up David and actually bleed just to get to you. Will you please just do the damn project with me?" His beautiful emerald-colored eyes looked sad as they begged me to give in and I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was.

"Fine, let's go to my computer room." I sighed. But, as I walked down the stairs and thought about what I was actually doing, I realized what I had just done.

Why did he have the power to control my actions?

Well... maybe because... oh! It's obviously because I wanted him the hell out of my house! Right.

"What do you think should be the theme of the party?" I asked, actually trying to be a good sport.

"Well, you know, I was thinking we could do something that wasn't that. Or instead of Googling something, can you contact your lawyer?" Alexander asked, looking as if he had a plan.

"Why?" I wondered, especially after seeing that sketchy look on his face.

"Well because, our principal is threatening us, and that sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen, especially because of who our parents are. Think about it." Alexander started explaining, and then looked away into space.

"Of course," I nodded. "I can see it now, headlines reading 'A Rose and a Stone Threatened by the School Principal Again'" I made it clear I was being facetious with a laugh. Students like Alexander and I had been threatened and manipulated four times as much as the average student, and one hundred times less than we had threatened and manipulated a principal or teacher. I doubted that involving a lawyer would change our situation.

"I'm totally serious here, Estella." Alexander smiled, but waved away my laughter quickly. "Even if it's not a real case, the simple attempt of a lawsuit would freak Ms. Jean out.

"Fine, I'll get the number." I rolled my eyes and unlocked my iPhone X.

"Hello, George?" I heard Alexander say into his phone, and I laughed at the serious tone of his voice. He got up and walked out of the room.

It was going to be a long night.