Why me? (bxb) {Editing}

Chapter Two

"Wake up! Sleepy head!" I heard someone shout and felt a pillow hit my head.

"Two more minutes." I groaned turning my head the other way and then my eyes immediately widened, when I realized I live alone. 

I shot up from the bed ready to scream my lungs out, hoping at least one of my neighbors would hear me, but luckily I only  found Noah standing on my bedroom door looking smug. The audacity this male had!

"You scared the living hell out of me!" I grabbed a pillow and tried hitting him with it but he ducked but honestly my throwing skills did not help either.

"Sorry..." he chuckled walking towards me. "Now, go take a bath, get dressed and let's go to the mall."

"Mall?" I looked at him confused.

"Yep, you know where people go to hang out or buy stuff..."He explained and a gave him a blank look, did he think I was an idiot? I knew what the mall was I was just surprised he wanted go there...There is a thing called online shopping after all.  "We gotta buy you something to wear for the party!" he smiled claiming my bed and making himself comfortable like he also does.

I checked my alarm clock and realized it was 1 pm. I hit my head on the pillow, hoping Noah would just go away and this was a bad dream but unfortunately for me it was not, he dragged me out of bed and to the bathroom.

"Let's go shopping!" He cheered when I was done with my bath and had got dressed.

I groaned as I entered his car to emphasize how not happy I was but of course he ignored me and started driving. I decided not to talk to him. When I kept my moppy attitude he sighed and said:

"Hey! I thought gay people loved shopping or something like that."

"That's a stereotypical thing to say."

"I know." he grinned satisfied I finally said something.

I have no idea why but silence always made him uncomfortable. He always felt like I was angry at him if I remained silent. So most of the time he would get me to speak but I liked to do most of the listening instead.

When we got to the mall, I was forced  to pick up some cute jeans. Basically, Noah was doing most of the shopping while I sat around switching from fitting rooms other fitting rooms and changing into new clothes and nodding my head at each outfits that seemed okay not that Noah would take my opinion anyway. Just like in the movies. By the time we were done shopping, which I think took about five hours,  we went back to my apartment.

"Wow. " I said as I collapsed on my couch.

"Now, go on and wear those cute jeans." Noah said sitting next to me.

I rolled my eyes and asked : "Are you sure you're not the gay one?"

"I've never thought about it, maybe I am the gay one...now, come let me fuck you." He said coolly and my face reddened.

Usually those kind of comments from him would not phase me but it was unexpected I could not help but react the way I did.

"Oh my God!" I shook my head at him and grabbed my clothes then went to my room in a haste.

I wore some black ripped jeans and a white hoodie because the weather was sort of cold. I got out of my room and Noah smirked as soon as he saw me. Impressed by the clothes he chose for me, I suppose.

"Not bad, now wear your sneakers." He said pointing at the sneakers on the ground.

I rolled my eyes and put them on.

"Now, let's go." He said opening the door.

"Where?" I looked at him confused.

"To the party, it's five now, it probably started by now."

"William, you held me hostage the whole day and didn't even let me eat, now you expect me to go to a party?!"

I said stomping my feet like a four year old. Who did he think he was refusing my rights to eat. He was not the boss of me and he definitely was not my father. I glared at him as an attempt to make myself look scary but he rolled his eyes.

"There will be plenty of food there, come on." he urged and I shrugged refusing. "I'll carry you, if you don't get out, now." I soon realized he was not joking because when I refused again he threw me on his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

Like I was a sack of potatoes. Curse him for having adequate strength for a eighteen year old. It was beyond embarrassing. What if someone saw him do this to me. It was just wrong.

"William, put me down!" I screamed hitting his chest.

"Will you walk on your own?" He paused.

"Yes, I will, just please put me down!" I shouted.

"Fine, but I'm holding you against my waist just in case you run." Again he was not joking.

He really was childish. What would I be running from? When he knew my running capabilities were as good as my social skills. Yep, I got none. I did not argue though, that would be a waste of time and my breath.

When we finally got to his BMW, I pushed him away and got in. He also got in and then we went to where ever the freaking party was. If that was not clear enough, I was not exactly happy about the situation I was in.

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