The house no one Knows about

SEVEN

She said that my assignment is invalid and the story is non-existent and my case study lied to me. I told her that she was probably feeling confused because I certainly wasn't and my case study did not lie to me.

'Mr Thompson, look at your research. You're case study said that her grandmother died and her parents stopped visiting? That's not realistic' Miss Elm declared

I guess after that I had no argument to pursue. The story is fake. Bambi lied and I believed her. The one thing I couldn't sum up was why she lied. She had no reason to; she was safe with me or at least I hoped she felt that way. I wasn't able to stop thinking about her since the disgrace with Miss Elm and it caused me to black out everything I was taught in whatever classes I had today. I remember her slim face and her wide fearful eyes, her skinny, trembling fingers that locked the door in a mesmerising way. I needed to find out why she lied to me

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I watched his car pull up in front of my house. He extended his long legs out of the car door and stepped out. His beautiful brown hair looked shinier than usual under the sunlight. The anonymous attractive boy who is always watching and drives a Ferrari 458 Italia is back; which means he knows that I lied.

I debate on whether or not to open the door but eventually I let him because somehow, I'm dying to see his face.

'Hi Bambi' he can barely hide his disappointment

'Hello, anonymous attractive boy who is always watching and drives a Ferrari 458 Italia'

'What did you call me?' he's almost laughing. The stare he gives me is searching for a smile in my face but I don't give him one. I simply let him into my house for the third time.

'I can see you find out about my lie'

'And seeing the kind of person I am, you were expecting me to come back and ask why'

My number one motive at this point is to remain icy towards all attempts of temptations.

'I can't be your case study'

'But that's not what we're her to discuss are we?' He sits on the arm of the couch so he's facing me 'We're discussing why you lied to me. What? You don't trust me? I understand'

'I can't just blurt out my whole life story to some stranger'

'That hurts Bambi, if I'm stranger let me be a stranger but I don't want to be "some stranger" '

I stare at my feet not wanting to fall for his gorgeous blue eyes.

'We're not strangers right Bambi? I thought we moved past that'

'You need to leave'

'You haven't answered my question'

I raise my head and there they are; his sensual blue eyes.

'I don't know anything about you'

'Okay, come to my house'

'What?'

My heart starts to beat faster. Civilisation and socialisation are my major weak points. I can never and have never gone to the house of a person, I'm not about to rob.

'I can't go to your house that would be so unnecessary'

'What if I just invited you?' he starts to grin, that enticing grin that every handsome male has.

'What if I don't accept your invite?'

'Then I'll have to sit here and wait for you to change your mind'