hard to get

Chapter 9

My eyes gently peeled open as the graceful ballerinas of sunshine were quietly dancing across my freshly polished wooden floor with ease. The crisp autumn breeze carried them gently, up and down the creamy white walls.

The end of this week was nearing.

"Alex time to get ready" my grandmother's unusually calm voice called out for me.

Without complaints, I attempted to pry my body off of the warm bed, but the muscular arms of another wrapped tightly around my waist, restraining all possible movement.

I turned to see none other than Derek, who lay peacefully asleep, as he grumbled "no", burying his face deeper into my side, his body fitting mine like a puzzle piece.

"Alex I'm coming up there!" my grandmother bellowed, the soft pittering of her footsteps following shortly after.

Well there goes my life.

"Derek, hurry, wake up now, someone's coming!" I yelled into his ear frantically, but it was to no avail.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, until the sound they produced boomed and echoed throughout the house, the result being a thousand tiny beads of sweat forming on my anxious, nearly trembling body.

Suddenly they halted, but a worse fate followed.

The knob on my door rattled vigorously as my grandmother's wrinkly fingers came in contact with it.

Sorry in advance Derek.

I converted my fear into strength as I forcefully kicked him off the bed, a loud bang formed by his unsuspecting body, and the smooth floor rumbled throughout the houses' interior.

Without wasting time I covered his mouth with a pillow, pressing down firmly enough to conceal the groan that he surely produced, but not enough to cut off his air supply.

Hey I said I was sorry in advance.

"What was that?" my grandmother questioned, concern written all over her face.

"My textbooks, I told you they were really heavy" I lied.

"Then why are they on your dresser?" she raised a barely visible eyebrow to voice her suspicion.

"Because I picked them up. You're always complaining about my room being dirty" I sassed, and could feel my nose turning into wood, and growing longer and longer after every word I spoke.

"Just get dressed and ready for breakfast" she groaned, leaving the room, slowly receding down the staircase.

"What did I do to deserve such cruel treatment" Derek groaned massaging his back as he sat up.

"Well I'm sorry that you sleep like a dead man, desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, I thought you went home last night" I excused myself, and he sleepily combed his fingers through his tousled hair, stretching as he yawned, exposing his shirtless, sculpted upperhalf.

Damn him and his perfect body.

His half awaken light green eyes soaked in his surroundings. "So what are we going to do. I can't go home, my dad would interrogate me until I pass out. And I have no clothes to wear" he huffed resting his weight on the window sill, inhaling deeply as a smile crept onto his face.

Without saying a word, I leapt off of my bed, scavenging my closet, until I came across an oversized, plain white t-shirt.

"Try it on" I tossed if to him, before throwing some clothes on myself.

I walked out to see the shirt still halfway over his head. "Need a little help?" I chuckled, walking towards him.

He peeked at me through the hole where his arm was supposed to be "yes please" his grin took up half of his face, and I returned the contagious gesture, gently pulling it over his head and down his sides.