The Makeover

19 | Batman Instincts.

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Chapter Nineteen | Batman Instincts.

"What the!" I screeched like an angry bird, as the blinding sun came slapping harshly through my drowsy, sleepy face through the wide open blinds. I guess that's the punishment for another day to forget about closing the curtains.

I stirred slowly. My eyes felt hard to open like they had been superglued shut. And another thing; I felt someone holding me by the waist, calling my name and shaking me vigorously.

"Zeke," I murmured with a sleepy voice, the only thing that my booting brain seemed to agree to let out. "Leave me alone, for the last time, I'm never going jogging with you guys!"

Then there was silence. Absolutely silent silence; no reply from the other end. Zeke would still tease me and try to push his luck even though it clearly wasn't going to get him anywhere.

I slowly opened my eyes and through the half slit, I could make out the blurry silloulethe of a long unruly mop of blonde hair that looked golden from the added effect of the glowing sun, and those icy eyes that I'll recognize anywhere.

"Ugh.." I groaned with a dry throat and hit myself hard on the head with my paws several times, yanking off the pile of novels on my night table in the process. Maybe this was yet another dream about him, but the feeling of his taut arms around me felt too real.

For what seemed like centuries, I froze in time and went still. I literally forced my eyes open and sat up in a haste, to come face to face with the boy of my dreams. Pun unintended; just slipped out. And by face to face, I meant face to face. His face was barely an inch away from mine, that way I could see clearly how long and bronze his eyelashes and eyebrows really were.

"Yeah, I kinda knew you weren't dead," I heard him say and nod slowly in satisfaction, with a smirk playing on his lips. His lips that looked so thin and so soft and so tempting even though it was still so early in the morning. But then, something hard struck me in the brain. Too bathed in shock to comprehend his words, I squirmed and jumped away from his grip, only to regret it later as I missed the warmth those long arms of his added to my body temperature.

"What-What are you doing here so early in the morning?" I gasped, looking all around in frenzy.

"It's one in the afternoon. You don't want me here?" He raised an eyebrow, his face fixed into a huge frown that cornoted his entire face. I felt my heart beat quicken. One in the afternoon, Say what? Oh my God! I had slept for way too long.

"No, Of course I do!" I shot back with too much enthusiasm that I bit my inner cheek to hide my blush. "Of course I want you here. I'm just confused and badly oriented."

"How did you get in?" I quizzed, zeroing my eyes and he just rolled his eyes and shrugged up the sleeves of his black shirt, pointing towards the huge windowsill in my room that I currently had my flat derrière faced towards. "I flew in the window."

"What? You flew in the window?" I gasped. "You could have used the door. How did you even know this was my room, you didn't- you didn't fly in every window did you?" I stopped in my tracks, my eyes saucer-pan wide.

"Use the door? Where's the fun in that?" He smirked, running a hand through his hair, and studying my every reaction. "And I definitely didn't fly in every window. The neon lights from the other night weren't so subtle." He laughed, pointing his index finger towards their dim sparkles in the corner of my room.

Oh..! FML..! Ugh, fuck! Those neon lighttssss... I should've gotten rid of them a loooong time ago, they cause me more embarrassment than a girl can take! This is so off the rocker!

"Soo... You basically broke into my house. Next time, you could just use the front door," I shook my head at him and folded my arms, gaping at him incredulously.