The possessive bad boy

CHAPTER 8

Chapter 8: dishes and dirty dancing, sounds like a porno.

After Blake drove me home with no answers and more questions than I can count, I walk into my house. My parents aren't home, as usual. Zander is probably sleeping. And who cares where Chris is. From the kitchen I hear music. I round the corner and see Kelly. Her hands are ful, of soap from the sink. It seems she's doing dishes. Kelly likes to clean for some unknown reason. And ushers good kisser is playing through the beats pill speaker.

Don't nobody kiss it like you

Don't no body kiss it like you

Bang bang bang

Kelly sings and swings her hips. She then continues to do body rolls, and move her body anyway she can.

Huh, dishes and dirty dancing. I think to myself. Then cringe and rethink. Sounds like a porno.

"Kel?" I ask. She screams and turns around.

"What the fuck chica? You scared you rainbows our of me." She chastises.

"Rainbows?" I ask slightly amused.

Kelly rolls her eyes, "I don't shit." She says. Then winks.

I laugh at her. I mean what else can you do. I jump on the counter and sift threw he playlist. Finally I decide on strut by Adam lambert.

"So how was your birthday?" She asks and wiggles her eyebrows.

"I saw that nice piece of meat you went home with. You should feel great. Blake doesn't seem to be interested in many people." She gushes

I think back to this morning. He was so angry. And... Possessive. I roll my eyes at her.

"Oh please he doesn't like me." I scoff at the idea. I'm sure he was just helping.

"Why wouldn't he like you? God you make it sound like I suggested we sacrifice a goat and parade around with leaves covering our girly bits." I burst out laughing on the counter. Where does she come up with something like that. And the funniest part was that she said it with a complete straight face. Clutching my stomach and whipping escaped tears from my eyes she glares are me.

"What?" I strangle out.

Kelly stands there with her hand on her cocked hip. The look she gives me sobers me up.

"I'm not kidding, the way Blake looks at you... Well that boy l.i.k.e.s you." I scoff and pick at my chewed off nails.

"Luna." She says.

"He doesn't like me okay? I just had to much to drink and some guy got grabby so he took me home." I shuffle off. Even thinking about mr grabbing chills me.

Kelly must be in an argumentative mood because she doesn't let it go. The she says "there is nothing wrong with you. He would be lucky to have you. Any guy would." She's chaffing on a sore spot.

"There is plenty wrong. Let it go." I finalize my statement my walking toward the hall.

"Oh no. You cannot still be having these problems." She says.

See when I was younger, I was the fat kid. You know the one that always gets picked on. The one who can't even eat a salad without someone calling you fatty. I'm still not the picture perfect image of what people want. I've only had one boyfriend. And I have never kissed a guy. I still hate my body. All 5'8 feet of it.

Ignoring her I continue to my bathroom. Safely locked away behind a door a turn on the shower. Then I turn to the mirror. My dark brown waist length hair is tangled. Surrounding my tanned face and blue eyes. Freckles dot across my cheeks. Barely visible. And hardly noticeable unless you know they are there. Undressing I step into the warm shower. I let the soap wash away yesterday.

Finally after the water runs cold I step out and put on a pair of shorts and a blue active wear shirts. I don't plan on being active. I just like them and feel comfortable in them. Then I comb my wet hair and sweep my bangs to the side. Finally I blow dry only the bangs and put my hair in a braid. I then add a bit of mascara and head back downstairs. Wow 4:00 already? I must have been up there for at least two hours. I notice Kelly has left and all the dishes are put away.

I sit down on my purple bean bag chair and flip on the TV. I click PVR on the remote and scroll down the the oldest recorded episode on criminal minds. About twenty minutes later I hear a knock on the door. Weird. I think. Pausing my show I walk over to the door. I unlock the chain and the deadbolt. And there standing on my doorstep is nun other than Blake.

"Hey." He says.

"Um,hi" I say back. We stand there for a couple seconds awkwardly before he walks past me. Asshole. I think. I didn't invite him in. He takes a deep breath. Almost likes he's... Smelling the place. Wow, what a creep.

"How are you uh doing?" He asks and scratches the back of his neck. Revealing a strip of skin and the bottom of his black t-shirt. His skin is tanned and I can see the bottom of his abs. Oh hot damn. After snapping myself out of my trance and turning a bright red I say,

"Fine I guess."

Wow lame. I'm such an idiot. Blake seems to have noticed because a cocky grin spread across his perfect face.

"Good, then let's go." He says and begins walking back to the door. When he notices I'm not coming he turns around and raises and eyebrow.

"And where do you think we are going?" I say.

"On a date." He says simply

I stand there speechless. No way in hell am I going on a date with this lunatic.

"Come." He growls out. That pisses me off. I'm not a fucking dog.

So I stand there defiantly. He stomps over towards me and stops.

"I won't ask again Luna." He grinds out.

"I don't remember you asking the first time." I spit and cross my arms over my chest.

"Please." He mutters. Barely audible.

"I'm sorry what?" I say.

"Please go on a date with me. Now." He looks royally pissed off.

"Well in that case," I start. His eyes still look angry but something about him seems hopeful.

"No." I say simply.

"What?" He says, clearly shocked.

"No." I say.

Blake growls and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I yell and start hitting his back. Then he starts laughing! He starts fucking laughing! Like this is funny! I know because I can feel his shoulders moving under my stomach. Except then I notice I have a perfect view of his perfect ass. I stop squirming for a minute. But that's all it takes. It's like he knows what I was looking at.

"How's the view from up there love?" He says and then chuckles. I turn a bright shade of red and don't respond.

His voice gets husky and says. "I'm enjoying my view." I didn't think it was possible but I get even more red. Then he put me in the car.

"Where are we going?" I huff as he gets in his side. He simply ignores my question. Fine. I think. If he wants to ignore my question I will simply ignore him. After and hour and a half of driving we pull up a large gravel driveway.

The cabin in front of us is made of wood. It's cute. Not big. It's homey. The thing that catches my eye is the wolf carved out as a door knocker. It beautiful and captivating. We step across the door and I marvel at the small space. There is a small wood table with two chairs. A door with amazing patterns carved in it. A black fridge and a matching stove. The most delicious scents fill my nose. Suddenly I'm so hungry.

"Where are we I whisper?"

"My home away from home." He replies.