Song for this chapter Rock Bottom • Hailee Steinfeld feat. D.N.C.E.
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“I don't wanna spend the night alone.”
– Stay, Alessia Cara and Zedd
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Avalyn
Tonight is going to be disastrous.
Disastrous with a capital 'D' mark my words.
I knew it the moment I stepped into our room Ethan threw himself on the bed, fat belly. It took every ounce of me to stop myself from kicking his butt when he put it in full display. Violent, right? I know and in my defense, I never said I was a non-violence supporter.
"Make yourself to a side. I need to arrange my belongings." I complained after a good one minute of waiting.
"No one arranges their belongings on bed." He grumbled without looking up, his voice muffled from the pillow but still audible somehow.
"I do. Now move to the couch" I pushed him aside until he didn't fall off the bed. I when made a hilarious sound when he crashed on the floor.
"What do you mean by move to the couch." He said by mimicking my voice in the worst way possible. I mean, I don't even sound like that.
I glared at him "I have paid for this room so I'm the one who's gonna sleep on the bed. you should be thankful that I'm letting you share the room."
"Thankful, my ass" He got up. "I am going to sleep on the bed. You can go wherever you want. Either the bed or the sofa." With that he claimed the right side of the bed.
"Ethan I'm so not going to share a bed with you." Even the thought of doing so gave me a minor heart attack.
"Then don't. You have the sofa all to yourself." He said. A minute passed while I debated whether I should call 911 or not but before I came to a conclusion, Ethan turned around with a smirk. "Besides I would suggest you to take over the sofa. I know you wouldn't be able to control yourself on bed with me."
For a second I just stared at him while he continued to smirk at me sheepishly. "Are you challenging me?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"No Thomas, I'm just stating a fact. You'll loose your control over night." He turned around to face me completely as be rose up on his elbow and rested his face on the palm. "You know I'm irresistible to the extent--"
Before he could finish his statement I was already taking my shoes off as I slumped next to him, opposite faced. "Shut up and sleep."
He whistled before leaning over my side and whispering "Sleep tight, Thomas." I elbowed him in the ribs to get him off me. "Aoh!" He growled getting off me quickly. I sighed before shutting my eyes close and drowning into sleep.
Apparently in a movie or a book, if a girl and a boy share a bed they have good sleep and wake up in the morning cuddling in a really comfortable position.
That, my friend is an utter bullshit.
Yes, you have been listening to lies throughout your life. Trust me none of those cliche things happen in real world.
My eyes popped wide open in the middle of the night because Ethan was basically straddling me with his left leg thrown over my thigh and left hand between my bosom and neck while he snored like a pig.
Welcome to the real world!
Boys don't sleep like they are posing for a magazine. Nada.
They sleep life fucking pigs. Fact.
Ethan captured 80% of the bed while I hanged to the edge of side.
I tried to ignore him first, however having the person you hate the most clinging to you like second skin is not tolerable.
I tried to push his leg off me. He didn't even budge. Freaking bamboo.
After five good minutes of trying to calm my nerves, I exploded.
"Get off me you jerk!" I pushed him off me like he was infected by some kind of communicable plague.
"What happened?!" Ethan sat up like I had pushed him between cross border firing.
"You were freaking straddling me in your sleep!" I jumped off the bed. "Get out of the room or sleep on the couch." I told him as I opened my suitcase and took out a fresh pair of clothes and towel.
He sighed running a hand through his hair. He looked at me and frowned. "Where are you going?"
"To take a bath. I can't sleep after you straddling me like that." I glared at him.
He rolled his eyes. "I didn't straddle you. It was an accident. And if you're taking a bath after this, then what will you do if we ever made love --"
Those words were enough to burn my inside. "FUCK OFF!"
My face was redder than a tomato due to anger and disgust but for creeps like Ethan if a girl flushes it only means that she is turned on and I was anything but that. So without a second's delay I spun on my heels and headed inside the washroom.
Ten minutes of mild got water shower relaxed me a lot. From outside I could hear Ethan yelling – "YOU CAN'T GIVE HIM A RED CARD!" – this guy has been addicted to football since he grew balls.
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself with the towel. It tried to fetch my clothes from the peg on the door, only to let my fingers to come in contact with hard wood.
My eyes widened.
I left my clothes outside in a rush to get away from Ethan.
