A Touch Of Emerald

my love

It's almost 2 in the morning when I step out of the shower, I wrap my towel around my torso and was about to reach for my toothbrush when I heard a slight thud in the bedroom. I stare at the bathroom door through my mirror, which was closed, I gently put down my hairbrush and reached into one of the drawers for a dagger. I'd rather be safe than sorry.

I reach for the door knob and before I can even register what's happening, the door is pulled open and the dagger is being knocked out of my hand with a foot. I stare at the dagger on the floor and revert my eyes to the intruder.

Of fucking course.

"Long time no see, I missed you." He dragged with a typical pout and a slight head tilt.

"Well it's funny you say that since you were the one who made it very clear I needed to stay out of your way." I reply with a sarcastic smile.

This is my chance. I'm not letting him leave before I get all my answers from him. Just by looking at him you can tell he's dangerous. The messy black curls on his head accompanied by the slight stubble. I found him weirdly attractive, since he wasn't exactly my type. Why am I even thinking about his looks? Last time I decided to venture into the world of romance.. well it's safe to say I never went back, nor am I planning to.

He gave me a smirk and sat down on my bed with his hands behind him, and cocked his head to the side. " Who are you."

It almost sounded like he was accusing me of being an imposter. I didn't want to give him too much to work with. He's nothing but trouble. That I know for sure, but something about his eyes and the way he looked at me, It almost made me feel... relieved? Safe? I'm not too sure, and I don't ever plan on finding out.

"Who are you?"

"Ladies first." He retorted with a wink, all the while his little smirk never leaving his dumb face.

" Oh so, now you want to be a gentlemen?" I gave him a look of disbelief, while crossing my arms. Seriously? What the hell is the dudes problem? First he's a macho man that wants me to get out of his way and now he's bickering with me like we were some old high school friends?

"Hm.. you're funny." He copied my hand movements.

" Cut the crap tell my why you're here." My patience was wearing thin and I'm convinced I'm about to catch a case of hypothermia.

He unhooked his arms from each other and stood up, his smile dropped, as did his faux cute boy facade. I don't think he finds me very funny anymore.

"Alright, I've tried being nice and civil with you but clearly that's not going to work-"

"Pushing me down the stairs and breaking into my dorm and 2 in the morning is you being civil?"

"Aww c'mon you can't get mad at me for that, I was doing my job, you should know that I really didn't mean to break that five year streak of yours...impressive by the way." He put his hands up to his heart apologetically, I note the sarcasm in his tone.

I freeze. How on earth does he know about that? The only way he would know about my streak was if if he was one of our members... which I'm sure he isn't.Maybe he guessed it? Or it was a coincidence? That doesn't seem very plausible.

What else does this creep know about me?

I hadn't realized I'd said out loud until I heard him reply.

"There's a lot I know about you...Maddison, or is it Monroe?"

It is very clear to me in this moment in time that the was definitely not guessing.