Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 15 (Stranger in my own house)

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No way, nada!.'

'Yes now get on before I go without you!' he ordered getting more and more irritated by the second. 

'But, but...its a death trap! Why can't can't we go in the car?' I whined stomping my foot like a 3 year old.

'Because I told you, its too expensive and personalised so people will recognise it instantly!' he exclaimed holding my helmet towards me.

'But...but..b-'

'Just get on the damn the damn bike!' he bellowed roaring the engine and scaring me so I jumped in fright. His tone had no tolerence of hesitation so I hurridley pulled on the helmet which masked my face and slid onto the bike. At first I felt self-contious so kept my hand to myself but as soon as the bike jerked to a start my arms automatically wrapped around his torso and I held on so tight that I was scared it would break a few of his bones. For a brief moment he turned back but our eyes never met thanks to the stuffy helmets. As the journey went on I held onto him for my dear life, my head buried deeply into his back. My thighs were stuck to his, along with the whole of my body as I literally moulded into him. With my eyes tightly shut I could only feel the brutal wind whipping my thin shirt that I had borrowed along with a pair of his warm trackies before we had left. 

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'You can get of now...' he whispered then continued suggestively, 'Unless you don't want coz it's fine by me pineapple..' 

'I'm fine,' I replied my voice croaky as I ever so slowly edged of the death pit loosing balance as my feet touched the ground. Fortunatly before my face met the floor Alex caught me and held me up.

'Woahh pineapple if you want to be in my arms all you have to do is ask...' he trailed with a huge smirk. I snorted than got up brushing myself of while regaining my co ordination. 

'As if!' I muttered under my breath. Alex pressed his hand on my lower back and pushed me along.

'Come on hurry up we haven't got all day!' He exclaimed getting frustated and urging me forward.

'Remember the plan,' were the last words he whispered before I disappeared around the corner. The building was still cream and standing, it was flawless except for a few paint peelings coming of in the corners. Grabbing onto the vines attached to the peach wall I hoisted myself up and into my bedroom. It was just as I had left it, tiptoing I pulled the suitcase from beneath the bed and placed it open onto my bed. Next I opened the cupboard and stuffed everything I could get my hands on including my straightener, curler, brush and a little make up on top. A photo of me and Seth also got packed and I immediately felt guilt setting in but I pushed it aside. As we had planned Alex was in his red hoodie and faded blue jeans, so I threw the suitcase onto him and after hearing a thud followed by a pain filled  groan I started to slowly descend. After I was down we continued to the death bike and stopped right in front of it.

'I told you not to fill it up so much, I told you not to pack so much ONLY NECESSITIES..' he said emphasizing at the end. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

'Then what do you think I brought? Call a cab!' 

'So 15 of these are necessary for only 4 days?' he asked raising an eyebrow while holding up a red lacey bra. I went bright red then snatched it out of his hand.

'Don't touch that!' I exclaimed pushing it down furiously to the bottom.

'Hey I'm gona be ripping it of in a few days anyway pineapple and by the way I have to say you do have some good taste...' he commented with a wink while my cheeks tinted even more crimson and I was sure I looked like a ripe cherry. His chuckles brought me back to reality and I snatched his phone dialling the cab service. Only to have him grab it back before I could open my mouth to speak..

'I don't think so...I don't have anything on me and plus all you have to do is chuck some stuff in the bush!' his suggestions were making me dizzy.

'WHAT! NO!' I screamed holding the suitcase like it was my dear life.

'Yes, now or else...' he trailed of an evil grin creeping back.

'Or what?' I challenged stupidly creating some safety distance between us. He closed the gap before I could even construct it and before you knew it we were inches apart.

'Or I might have to punish you my little pineapple...' he said in an husky voice which sent shivers through my spine.

'Uh...um...why do you call me pineapple anyway?' I questioned, desperate to change the tension filled topic. He seemed a little surprised at my question then smiled as if finding it exceedingly amusing.

'Funny you ask, that if for me to know an you to find out,' he replied pushing my nose and swinging onto the bike. 

'Oh...please don't tell me it's your ex girlfriends...' I groaned getting on automatically after him while adjusting the suitcase in my lap somehow.

'Why? Jealous?' he chuckled, turning the ignition so the engine roared to life.

'Pppffttt as if!' I smirked holding onto him and rolling my eyes. The rest of the journey went by in a blur as I forgot all my fears talking to him or more like arguing.

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'Justin Bieber is not gay! He has a girlfriend for godsakes! You can't just call him gay coz you don't like him!' I protested dragging the suitcase behind me as Alex held the door open for me to step inside. Instantly I was hit with a surge of warmth and comfort. 

'He is pineapple. Have you seen his? He sure acts like it sometimes and poor Selena man I bet she is just some cover up coz she is smokin!' he stated closing the door behind him and slipping into one of his sick fantasies about the poor girl.

'How is she a coverup? It's obvious they are totally in love with eachother! Plus I bet your just jealous,' I declared aggravated at his childish and completely unreasonable logic.

'You think this hunk of hotness is even allowed to be thought of as gay?' he said pointing to himself and acting hurt.

'Nah you don't say sherlock! I'm talking to your flippin shadow! And of course I meant you although I beg to differ...' I snapped falling back on the comfy sofa in front of the warm, crackling fire. Suddenly he was on top of me so I was forced to lie back to stay away from his teasing lips. With a smirk he got up and took his hoody of then shirt so he was standing there in all his naked torso glory.

'Wha-what are you doing?' I stuttered looking away and turning a bright scarlet colour.

'Proving once and for all that I am most definately NOT gay!' he simply stated edging closer towards me. I looked around desperate for some means of escape because I was scared that I wouldn't be able to stop myself.

'Okay okay I'm sorry I believe you just put your shirt back on,' I mumbled, finding the carpet very interesting all of a sudden.

'Yes but thats what you said last time I'm starting to believe it hasn't gone completely and I don't want you thinking that...' he said picking me of the sofa so I was literally in his arms now, my eyes still closed.

'No please just...please...' I begged feeling the heat radiating of his body. With that I felt his fingers trace my neck then without hesitation my chin was tilted up and his lips met mine in an undeniable force. At first I resisted but then eventually gave up and let him have his way. My fingers dug into his hair as I held the back of his neck and pulled him closer into me. His tongue traced my bottom lip begging for entrance and I allowed him in. His bare chest was making me hot and I moaned into his mouth my cheeks flaming red at the realisation. He just smirked at my reaction and felt me back pulling me closer. Both of us pulled out reluctantly panting for breath as we rested our foreheads against eachother. He gave me a quick kiss and I smiled against his lips.

'I should go get changed...' I said, blushing a beetroot colour.

'I quite like my clothes on you...minus the jogger would be better though...' he trailed off seductively. I stepped back going an even deeper shade of scarlet if that was possible and ran of throwing a pillow in his direction, my suitcase wheeling fast behind me.