Fight me

Fight me- 9

Lea's POV

Apparently, Kathy had never returned back to our shared room and that's why she still hadn't asked me her question that involved 'him'.

Obviously, she stayed with Alex. It wasn't that surprising.

As much as it hurt to hear those words that came out of Brandon's sinful mouth, his closeness towards my body really bothered me more than anything.

Maybe it was his death grip on my arms, or his icy cold eyes looking at me or the warmthness radiating off of his chest... Whatever it was, I was sure it wasn't the best thing.

So it was pretty much just me all day lurking around in my dorm room and then finally, at night, I decided to pay a visit to Alex and actually apologize.

I had heard that he was living in the dorms too, so it shouldn't be that hard to find him.

I stepped outside the door, but my foot didn't exactly land on the floor. Instead it landed on another fleshy foot.

I chuckled nervously and slowly lifted my head to look at the man himself who was currently trying not to kill me with his bear hands.

I smiled sheepishly, moving away.

I wonder what he was doing here? Wasn't he gonna get back to his house?

And that too right infront of my room?

"Uh- don't even say anything." He said, even before I opened my mouth. I nodded and he continued. "I thought I should apologize to you for whatever I spoke earlier today."

He retracted his leg back and looked at me. I looked at him back, but expectantly.

"Then apologize?" I blinked.

"Nah, you've got me back by stepping on my feet." He smiled cheekily. "So no."

I blinked again and lifted my hand to show him my finger.

He lifted his two hands and showed me his both fingers.

"I got two in my hands and two in my legs." I said, realising that I have, totally four middle fingers and I wasn't ashamed at all for my lameness.

"I got em too." He smirked. "Except, I got an extra."

It took me a while.

But when I got it, the door was shut on his face.

"Lea!" I heard him open the unlocked door to my shared room and walk in with a smirk. "Why do you always keep fighting with me?"

"Because you look hot when you get worked up." I thought. Thankfully I didn't say that out loud.

"I do?" He bemused, slowly kicking the door close from his foot.

"What? Did I say that out loud?!" I widened my eyes.

"Yes, apparently." He smiled smugly.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Don't try to change the discussion, you just admitted I'm hot."

"Well, I was wrong. Now go away."
Please stay.

"If I walk out now, then you'll never get a chance again." He tilted his head slightly, eyeing me.

"Chance for what?" I asked, trying to also play dumb.

Only if I could go back in time and change what I just admitted. Oh gosh, this is a mess. I just told that to Brandon, right on his face. Now I'm going to suffer.

"Don't be so dodgy, now. You and me both know what I'm talking about."

His hand slowly reached out behind him and locked the door.

"What the-" I gulped. "Fight me, Brandon. But unlock that door."

"Oh I'll fight you. In ways you'll never know when you start fighting back." He chuckled dirtily.

"Brandon, asshole, I'm tired of this shit, now get out!" I yelled at him, trying to stop him from walking towards me. "Brandon!"

"No!" He yelled back. As if a sense of frustration hit him right in the feels and he just towered over me for a minute before groaning. "I'm not leaving! I'm tired of this too, and you know what, I'm not leaving today without knowing the reasons why we fight. I know we had a rough childhood with each other but why are we still continuing this?"

"Bran-" I breathed.

"Just look at us. We're a mess. We keep fighting everytime, hell we even tried killing eachother. This is it, okay? We're bringing this to an end." He huffed loudly, grabbing my arms with his hands. "I'm bringing this to an end."

He gritted his teeth and looked at me through his crystal blue eyes piercing into mine.

His nose touching mine, his warmth radiating off his body, the closed spaces and his arms slowly moving down to rest on my hips with the same tight grip he had.

"What are you waiting for then?" I mumbled. "Fight me and end me."

And I didn't even stop this feeling anymore.