Changing Prudence (EDITING - ON HOLD)

Chapter 17

There was no way she could keep letting Beck get to her like he had since she first laid eyes on him. She didn’t have much time before Beck would see this as a moment of weakness, rather than a sudden need for a trip to the loo. She walked to the door and stopped in her tracks, it would be much more convincing if Beck heard the flush on the toilet. So she flushed and opened the door, only to crash once again into Beck’s chest directly in front of her.

‘Unless you want me to kiss you again, you should probably stop walking into me.’

Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. ‘Unless you want different shades of black and blue all over your body, you should probably stop waiting outside doors for me.’ She stormed over to the sinks to add to the charade.

‘Well if you wanted to go that far, you should have just asked. But I thought that would have been my job.’ He walked up behind her and moved her hair out of the way to get to her neck. He watched her eyes as he leaned down to let his lips touch her neck.

Her eyes doubled in size and she spun round throwing the water that she had in her hands at his face, her aim was not so good however, she got most of the water over her jeans.

‘Look at that, you’re already wet for me.’ She let out a furious groan and stormed back to her room not bothering to dry her hands. As she got to the door, she realised she was relying on Beck letting her back into the room. She had not brought a key. He was right behind her, bewildered at why she had stopped. ‘What are you waiting for?’ Realisation hit him. ‘You thought I would still be in your room when you came back, lying on the bed, ready and waiting. You don’t have a key.’ His face broke out in a victorious grin, as she slumped down the wall into a ball on the floor, burying her head between her crossed arms.

A few minutes past in silence, Beck thought he had done something terribly wrong, it seemed as though she was crying. He knelt down so his eyes would be level with hers if she ever lifted her head up. ‘I am so, so, so sorry. There’s no need to cry. We can just wait out here for Lavender. She lifted her head up, her cheeks where a furious shade of red and her eyes narrowed.

‘What makes you think, you can make me cry? I am stronger than I look. She stood up. You make me furious and you get me so wound up. But cry is one thing you cannot make me do.’ She shouted the last bit, she was so full of rage because of Beck, she couldn’t believe how angry she was getting, it was her room after all.

Throughout her speech Beck had remained kneeling, he was shocked at how feisty the small girl could get. He straightened up. ‘I honestly thought you were crying, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you were.’ He was dying to make a flirtatious comment, however he refrained since he knew it would not earn him any brownie points.

‘I was counting to ten to try and stop myself from punching you in the face, but when that didn’t work I just carried on counting. I still don’t think it has worked do you might want to be careful.’ Rue was so angry she kept her expression angry, usually by now she would have burst out laughing. But this was no laughing matter.

Beck however, thought it was. He struggled to speak through his laughter. ‘You seriously are like a Chihuahua a defending its territory!’