Perfection (Red Wrists 1 REWRITTEN EDITION)

Part Thirteen

(Emma)
I screamed with them as I toppled backwards and hit the floor. My head thudded against the door opposite of Tim's room, making a solid thunk as it impacted. I began swinging my arms, feeling my balled fists impacting on someone else's body. I opened my eyes, glaring at the two guys on top of me. "What the actual fuck?!?" I screamed at them, not relenting in my ineffective assault.

They both pulled back, and I almost immediately recognized my attackers. Harper and Pax, two of Tim's buddies from school. "You're not Tim," Harper said, genuine confusion written across his face.

Pax, however, began having a fit of laughter, falling off of me and onto the floor. "Not Tim, Harp. But it's little miss Emma!"

Harper looked me up and down, running a hand through his black hair as he looked down at me. With his brows furrowed, he looked down at me and questioned, "All seriousness though, what are you doing here?" I growled at him, stopping my furious attack of pointless punches. "Sebastian," he continued, "he doesn't normally allow guests.

With a nod of agreement, Pax added, "He's gone to great lengths to make sure none of us ever have any guests over."

A look of disgust crossed Harper's face as he suggested, "He might have let her stay for dinner." As Harper finished speaking, Pax's face became as disgusted as his. He mumbled "ew" under his breath, almost too quiet for you to hear.

"What, is the food that bad here?" I insisted. "Or do you just not want me here? You're no fine treasure yourself, champ."

"It's not that," Harper retorted desperately. His brow furrowed more, looking me up and down. I instinctively covered my chest from his view.Under his breath, he mumbled, "What is he planning?"

I opened my mouth to begin a screaming fit at Harper, but was interrupted by Pax viciously smacking Harper's shoulder. "Dude-" he started, a look of panic on his face.

"Harper, get the fuck off her," came a voice form the end of the hallway. I tilted my head, seeing Tim at the top of the stairs. Harper scrambled to his feet, rushing to move away from me. Tim paraded himself over to me, holding out his hand to help me up. He held a bundle of clothes in his arms, his expression more relaxed than it had been when he had left. I grasped his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. "Sorry for leaving you alone with these two dweebs in the house," Tim said, looking me in the eyes. "I didn't mean to take so long with Sebastian."

Harper's interest was once again peaked. "What were you doing with Sebastian?"

Shooting a sharp look at Harper, Tim replied, "He was just bitching about me leaving dirty laundry in one of the bathrooms." He picked a shirt out of the pile, holding it up. "And this isn't even my shirt. Most of these clothes aren't even mine."

"I didn't give them to you because they were yours," a voice in the other direction said. We all turned to look, seeing the tall, looming figure of Sebastian in the hallway. He looked eerie in the dim lighting emanating throughout the tall hallway. "I gave you the clothes so your guest could have something to sleep in. You didn't bring much stuff of her's along."

Tim shrugged, replying, "Like I said, she's only gonna be here for a day or two."

Sebastian walked forward in silence, his dark dress shoes clinking against the flooring with every slow step. He leaned down to Tim's height, looking him dead in the eyes as he spat out, "Oh, we both know she'll be here way longer than a day or two." Tim scoffed, turning away from Sebastian. Seeming satisfied wiht what he'd done, Sebastian straightened up and continued down the hallway. Past the stairs, knocking gently on another door further down. Someone answered the door out of my view, and before entering the room, Sebastian called, "Light's out in an hour, you know the drill."

Harper and Pax groaned, slumping forwards in their standing positions. They exchanged a glance before straightening up and looking at Tim. "You think an hour's enough time for us to get something to eat?" Harper asked.

"Go do what you want," Tim retorted. "If you're out past curfew, that's your own problem." Harper and Pax cheered a bit, rushing between Tim and I to race each other down the staircase. Tim sighed, turning slowly to his now opened bedroom door.  He motioned for me to go inside, lifting my suitcase with ease. I obliged, being greeted by a dark black room. Once inside the room, Tim turned on a light. The cleanliness of the room was almost too much. Bed was made, floor was bare, desk was organized, even the nerdy fantasy throw pillow on the couch was straightened up to look nice.

I walked around the room a bit, taking everything in. Tim walked past me, sitting the suitcase next to the desk. The bed was a full-sized bed, adorned with two pillows stacked on top of one another, a dusty blue comforter and pillow case combo covering the bed.

"Like I said earlier," Tim said, breaking through the calm silence that had been building up around us. "I'll take the couch, you can take the bed."

"But it's you're bed," I insisted, stepping away from the cushy-looking bed set. Tim gave me a look that screamed Don't start this right now. I giggled a bit, looking around. "Fine, I'll take the bed. Let me just get changed into some pajamas and I'll get to sleep. Okay?"

Tim nodded idly, sitting down at the desk as he told me, "Bathroom's to the right, two doors down on this side of the hall."

I smiled, picking up the clothes Sebastian had brought for me, heading out the room and closing the door behind me.