Hostile Hookup

The Art of Making Up

Chapter 19
The Hostile Hookup

Another month another chapter! This one feels kinda rushed to me, but I think it turned out fairly good.^-^ As always hope you guys,

Enjoy!

The Art of Making Up

Had it been any other girl Duncan would have been truly surprised...shocked even.

But seeing as this was Heather he more so blamed himself for not having seen this coming. He went to bed with her only to wake up with a pillow pushed forcefully against his face effectively blocking off any form of oxygen in a most suffocating manner!

"Wake up stupid!"

In his still highly sleep deprived state Duncan could only make a surprised grunt before bringing his hands up to try and relieve the pressure of the pillow bearing forcefully against his face. But this did little to help the situation as his hands only moved about in a useless flailing fashion.

"Stupid, fucking, bastard, idiot! Do you know what you've done!? Wake. Up. Now!"

Duncan continued his useless flailing until his confused and sleepy struggle began to dwindle down to a pathetic nothing.

Heather sat against her bed kneeled next to the delinquent leaning purposely against the pillow she held pressed against his face she quickly took notice of his wavering struggle.

She scowled.

Well she couldn't very well yell at him if he was dead now could she!?

Heather pulled back on her assault raising the pillow from Duncan's face.

He took in a starving gasp of air before looking to Heather with a tired and dull glare.

"The fuck-?"

"You're a jackass! Do you know that!? What's wrong with you!? Why do you strive on destroying lives!? Do you take pleasure in this!? Seriously!"

She continued to verbally barred him as he moved to prop himself up against his elbows.

The room was still slightly dark but it now held a more grayish tone for it was still early in the morning and rain was still coming down, only not as fierce as last night.

Heather paused in her rant to glower angrily, "Hey are you even listening to me!?"

His dark glare flashed to her.

He was slightly disappointed to find her clothed, though the sight of her wearing his own dark shirt was almost enough to make up for that.

Silver eyes narrowed, "Duncan! Are you LISTENING!?"

"Yes! For fuck's sake Heather I can't not listen!" Duncan sneered before allowing himself to fall back on his back whilst bringing his hands up to press his palms almost wearily against his eyes.

Heather's glare intensified, "You've done some pretty fucked up shit before but this, this takes the cake!"

"What time is it?" Duncan replied lowly looking to Heather's bedside clock which read 7:47am.

They had only gone to bed three hours ago.

He looked to her with a vexing gaze, "I never pegged you for a morning person."

She raised a threatening brow, "Are you making jokes? At a time like this?"

"At a time like what Heather?" He sighed exasperated.

"At a time," She said seethed through clenched teeth, "that you decided to have unprotected sex!? By means of not using a condom you jerk!"

For a second Duncan did nothing as he allowed that bit of information to settle in slowly. Then he pushed himself up against his elbows to give Heather a studying gaze.