Glacial Love (boyxboy)

Chapter 2 - Tiger

I hear the soft whisper of someones voice coming from beside me.

My eyes open slightly, glancing in that direction.

I see a small, smiling boy standing beside my bed. His hair was blonde and his eyes were stunning. He seemed.. friendly?

"Hello! I'm Andrew. I'm one of the kids living with you." His eyes meet mine which make me smile back.

"H-Hi.. I'm Brooks." I mumble and slowly sit up in my bed.

"Your dad asked me to come get you for dinner."

I nearly choked on the air. Dinner!? How long was I asleep!

"Okay.. I'll b-be down in a second."

I watch as he walks away. The way his hips sway, it makes me chuckle to myself.

I hop out of bed a few minutes later and walk into the hallway, shutting my door behind me. It was surprisingly.. quiet.

I make my way down the steps and into the dining room. It's not the surprising that nobody is talking to each other. I don't know if it's just me, but I don't think anyone is even eating.

My mom spots me and smiles. "Hi Brooks!" She waves me over frantically.

I see dad sitting next to her, and the four others sitting at the table as well. I honestly don't know how they all fit.

"Hey.. " I mumble, running my hand through my hair. I make eye contact with the boy I ran into earlier and scoff. How can one be so attractive yet such an asshole?

"There's.. plenty left if you're hungry!" I nod in response and turn on my heel. I strut towards the living room and plop down onto the couch.

My legs curl up beside me as I bury my head into the side on the couch.

After a few minutes, I feel presence near and tilt my head upwards. It's the asshole.

"What?" I hiss at him. He puts his arms up in a surrender.

"Sorry tiger." He says, smirking my way.

I groan and bury my head back into the couch, trying to hide my flushed face. He sits down next to me as I curl my legs more so he has room. We sit in silence for awhile, until he exhales loudly, breaking it.

"Mateo." He whispers in a seductive, really hot tone. When he isnt bitching, his tone can flip your switch from off to on so quickly.

"Cute name." I blurt out, instantly regretting it. He laughs and I can feel his eyes on me.

"That's kinda gay to say my name is cute."

"Not really.."

I can feel his tension rise. He stands up and awaits beside me. His strong grasp clips my shoulders, picking me up off the couch and flinging me onto the ground. I groan in agony and breath heavily. He squats down next to me, taking my chin in his hand tightly and bringing my face really close to his.

"Don't ever disagree with what I say. Ever. Understand tiger?" He says as his tone is no longer sexy, just straight up terrifying. I nod in response, which doesn't make him happy.

"I said," He throws my face down. It bounces against the wooden floor, causing me to whimper. "Do you understand, tiger?" He spoke clearly and quietly.

"Y-Yes... s-sir.." I mumble as my eyes start to water. How can someone be so mean?! He grins and stands up.

"Oh also.. tell anyone about this and you're dead." He growls as I mock him in my head. 'yOu'rE dEaD' I giggle quietly as he stares down at me. He's a few inches taller than me and it's pretty intimidating. He shrugs it off and walks away. I soon realize there's blood dripping from my forehead.