The Boy Next Door

Chapter • Three

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What. The. Hell?!

I wake up to the sound of someone pounding their fists on my hotel room door, and they won't stop. After finally willing myself to get up from bed I walk over to the door. I woke up an hour or so ago to change so now I'm wearing a pair of brown and tan striped Sophie's shorts with a pink tank top. My brown hair is in a messy bun on the top of my head.

It was very natural to expect my twin to be at the door, but oh how I was wrong.

"Jason you better have a damn good reason as to why you--" I stop mid sentence after I open the door. The person standing in front of me is definitely not my brother. This guy has blonde tossed hair and blue eyes, his face is sculpted perfectly. I mean damn like how can his face be so perfect... WAIT.

Gather what's going on:

1. A total Greek God is at your hotel room door.

2. He woke you up from beautiful sleep.

3. You thought he would be your brother... so you didn't do anything to make yourself presentable.

4. You are in the presence of a God and you look like a sasquatch.

5. The God could need some one to sacrifice.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I yell in his face. Like seriously, you don't wake me up from wonderful sleep for no reason. He looks a bit taken back from my outburst, but hey, this is what you get when you fuck with a girl who has just recently developed anger issues.

He regains his composure and leans on the door frame. That's when I look at his attire. He's wearing dark jeans and a black dress shirt. Like, what the fuck are you doing knocking on random hotel doors, at... I don't even fucking know what time it is.

"Well," that's when I smell the alcohol. He's drunk, that's why he's knocking on doors like a respectful rapist. "I saw you downstairs, with the desk lady. " The fuck?

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask. He staggers forward, but I push him back roughly. Giving me a shocked look he keeps talking.

"It was when you first checked in," he slurs. "and the lady gave you the dirty look and flirted with your brother. "

My eyes widened with shock. What the fuck we were the only people in the lobby... I think.

"Where the fuck were you then?" I ask my voice level.

"Getting ready for my grandparent's anniversary." he slurs. Again.

"And why the fuck are you at my door?" I could have just slammed it in his face, but no this is kinda entertaining. Even if it's taking away my sleep. Giving me this pedophile smile he says, "Well I followed you." I blink. Blink again, and again.

I push him out of my way, causing him to fall square on his ass. When I reach Jason's room I bang on his door.

He isn't alive. He's not coming to the door. That rapists/pedophile/murderer killed him. Oh sweet, baby Jesus. He came in here, probably saying that Jason won the lottery. So Jason being his dumb fuck self had let him in. Then he killed him with a butcher knife. Oh God it's my fault, if I had agreed to go night--

Well damn, that was embarrassing. I walk to the elevators, but turn around when I remember I need my room card. Right when I turn I'm smacked in the face with a rock solid wall. This wall is like no other, it has arms and it's warm. I look up and see Mr. Rapist-Pedophile-Murder.