Chapter 7 Who’s Place:
Shane slowly gets off of me and sits up and I do the same. I just keep looking down trying to comprehend what was happening. Then I slowly build up the courage to look over at Shane and he turns his head at the same time and we’re looking in each other’s eyes. I then realize he’s not wearing a shirt and I can’t help but admire his abs. I rip my gaze away from them for a second to remember what I’m wearing. A sports bra with booty shorts. Yeah, yeah I know not the most appropriate thing to wear but I wasn’t expecting a guy to come in my room! I quickly get up and see him do the same and run to the table at the same time he does and grab my cardigan and he grabs his shirt. I look down to see that this wasn’t my cardigan and look to the side to see Shane holding it. I quickly reach over and snatch my cardigan out of his hand as he does the same for his shirt. But just my luck that my cardigan’s sleeve was stuck to his shirt’s button and I start pulling on it for it to get loose.
“Let go! Let go of my cardigan!” I yell.
“Hold on,” he says as he puts his hand up to stop me and I turn around trying to cover up a bit. He then untangled my cardigan and his shirt and I quickly put my cardigan on while he put his shirt on. There was an awkward silence while I buttoned up my cardigan and he buttoned up his shirt. Then I grasped that Shane’s in my house and anger builds up inside of me. I do a 180 and face him.
“What are you doing here?!” we both yelled at the same time.
“Who do you think you are? Some prince, who can do whenever he likes? Don’t you have any shame coming here without clothes on?!” I told him angrily.
“Think before you talk! What are you doing here?” he said putting emphasis on you clearly as anger as I was.
“You turn up wherever I go! First, you came to my house, now you’re shouting at me! Look, let me tell you, I already apologized for all my mistakes! So stop following me and leave now.”
“Your room? You’re in my room, no hold up, you’re in my house!”
“Your house?” I say while laughing. After a few seconds of me laughing I finally say something.
“What I mean is this is your house.” I ask and he nods.
“This is your room.” I say and he nods again.
“I’m Angelina Jolie and you’re Brad Pitt,” mid nod he glares at me and I start laughing and put my hand up for a high-five which he totally ignored.
“You’re laughing? I’ll prove to you whose room this is,” he says while he walks over to the closet and opens it.
“Look,” he says while he turns to face me and points to the closet behind him and I start laughing again.
“Why are you still laughing,” he asked confused and I just point behind him. He turns around and see’s my clothes hanging up in the closet.
A look of shock crossed his face, “Where the hell are my clothes,” he says more to himself then to me. Obviously this made me laugh which made him glare at me. He then walked over to my dresser and started touching my creams and make-up. Maybe he’s in shock over me standing up to him. That’s why he’s being like this. He then slowly comes to the side of the bed and holds on to it for support. He leans against the bed and starts holding his head.
“Shane? Calm down and take a seat.”
“Yeah,” he says while he crouches down but then gets up.
“I won’t sit down!”
“Looks Shane, calm down. Look at the state you’re in. I know that you’re popular and a football player but I wouldn’t think it would go to your head. Calling strange things your own and trying to find your clothes at another person’s house is wrong.
“I won’t let you get away with this,” he says anger showing in his eyes.
“Don’t think about me, think about yourself. Sit down and I’ll call a doctor.”
“Elena!” he nearly yells and I could see the fire in his eyes.
“Okay, okay. I won’t call the doctor, how about you go home and rest, come on.” I say as I grab his hand and start dragging him to the door.
“I’ll show you the door; I hit you quite bad on the head. Come on, slowly.”
When I’m about to open the door he yanks his hand away from me, which caused me to turn around and face him. He took a step closer to me and I took a step back until I was backed up against the door and he was inches from me, so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face.
“One minute,” he says suddenly backing away from me, “I’ll start there.” He says as he walks over to my dresser and starts throwing my stuff around.
“Shane! What are you doing! Stop!” He walks over to the closet and started packing my luggage, he grabs my hand and starts leading me down the stairs.
“I’ll show you the way out,” he says still dragging me.
“Shane, stop! What are you doing?!” I yell trying to get out of his grip.
“I’ll tell you what I’m doing.”
“Shane, you need to go to the doctor, not me!”
“Okay, we’ll go there too.”
“Slow down!” I yell since I almost tripped. Twice!
“Slow?” he says showing no intentions on slowing down.
“Let go of me! I won’t go out!” I yell trying to free my hand again.
“Go!” he says managing to throw me out first then my luggage. He then closes the door and locks it.
“Shane! Shane, open the damn door!” I say as I kick the door.
“Hey!” he yells from the inside.
“Sorry! Wait why am I saying sorry?” he kicked me out of my room! He followed me here like a maniac, and then threw me out! Whatever happens, I won’t listen to him, he’s gone mad! I start looking around for a way to get back in and see the window open. I walk over, creak open the window and quietly sneak in. I walk over to him leaning against the door.
“Shane?”
“Huh? You! You came in again!” he says turning around.
“Why would I leave, it’s my house and my room!” I state firmly.
“First tell me, who let you in here?”
“Maria Carter! She gave me that room!” I see something come across his face before he ran out the house and start smiling to myself.
Looks like he’s scared of Maria, just look at the way he ran out! Shouting and being angry all the time is bound to have an effect on him. I tried to explain to him so many times… anyways, why do I care? Yay my room!
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