Roses And Guns

7

"He does this. I've seen it." Noah whispered, near my ear, disgusting me more.

The smell, the way he pulled me, his words.

"Get off." I pushed him.

I couldn't push him off.

His strength on my arms increased and he pressed harder persisting his grip over me.

Now, that I glared back, his eyes staring back at mine, I discovered he had dark hazel eyes.

I felt the cold air touch my belly, when he lifted up my top to look at the tattoo, his eyes grazing over the inked art.

I hissed, when I felt his thumb fondle lightly over my tattoo, still following his eyes. The region felt warm, there were scabs and it was red.

I didn't stop him, I was busy staring at his eyes, my conscience was out of my mind, you could say.

"It's looking beautiful..." I felt his breath, as his fingers trailed the stem of the rose.

My breathing increased when I felt his lips on my tattoo and my hands gripped his shirt involuntarily.

"What are you doing?" I whispered back.

He went too far.

"Adoring my art." His eyes looked back at mine, voice husky as he smirked.

And that freaking smirk, flashed back the pervert thing!

Look, he's a pervert!

I clenched my jaw, "Get off me."

"You smell good." He sniffed closer.

"And you stink." A light push and he plopped on the bed like a feather.

"This is what you came for, pervert. Now, leave. I wanna sleep."

"Can I sleep here-"

"No. You can't." I couldn't make my bedsheets stink because of him.

"Rude." He got up, eyes drooping.

"Pervert." I whispered lightly, his feet walking lazily.

"From the door, for God's sake!" I screamed as he was again going to jump from the window.

"Woah, big house." His feet tripped down the stairs as I held him back, while his eyes were all over my dim lit house.

"Don't think of robbing."

"I will. I will rob something from you one day." His ungrateful grin was the last thing, I saw before my eyes met my brown door again.

"I won't let you." I mumbled to myself, thinking of letting my hard earned property go to the drunkard teen.

The morning arrived with great displeasure.

What was I even thinking, when he was adoring my art!?

I felt disappointed in myself. How could Noah get my permission so easily? That too, when he was drunk.

I felt sleepy. And all of this was because, of drunk Noah last night.

I could have slept. Peacefully. But, not because of his annoying ass!

"Mam?" Mr. Anderson's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"I came to get the file, the app's information." His thin lips pressed into a thin line, giving me a smile.

"Yeah, I checked it. It's gonna be good." I stretched my lips, painted with the red lipstick, looking fresh and matte unless my eyes that drooped now and then while staring at the computer screen.