i choose u

.Chapter Twenty-Six.

.Chapter Twenty-Six.

                "Let me walk her up to the door," Reilly insisted, taking my hand and ready to get out of the car. We were sitting in front of Blaine's house, it was currently eight o'clock. 

        "No! Bad idea, unless you want to have your head bitten off, right Ayame?" Sam winked at me. I laughed and looked back at Reilly, who was staring at Sam.

        "What's that suppose to mean?" He asked. 

        "It means she has a father that would come out with a shotgun," Jem growled. Reilly quickly let go of my hand. Everyone started to laugh. Reilly stepped out of the car to let me out. 

        "Thank you, guys, I really had a fun time," I said.

        "No problem, Ayame, we'll see you at school on Monday," Ronald said cheerfully, waving at me. I carried my purse and bag full of things I bought up to the front door of the two story house, then waved back at the SUV that drove away. I heaved a sigh. I was tired, my legs were aching, and I wanted to fall down on my bed as soon as I got up to my room. Thankfully I made it up the stairs of the house, after taking off my shoes, and all was quiet. Blaine was still home, since his car was in the driveway. I tried to be as quiet as I could while tip-toeing past his bedroom, his TV was on, and his door was cracked slightly. I stopped just before my bedroom. Should I tell him I was here? I dropped my bags and walked back to his bedroom to peak in. 

        "Blaine?" I knocked on the door quietly. My other hand opening it slowly. Being in is room made me suddenly remember that night I entered his room for the first time and he tossed me into his bed with him. I blushed uncontrollably. The room was dark, but the TV's light made Blaine's outline stand out as he sat on his bed. I guess he didn't hear me, since he didn't look up from the papers he had scattered around his bed. He sat cross legged on his bed, shirtless, and hair wet as if he had gotten out of the shower. I watched him for a while, put papers into a pile, and reread the same thing over and over again. I guessed it was for his job. He sighed and rubbed his face with the back of his hand. I've never seen him looked so stressed out before. Come to think of it, I didn't even know what his job was about. All I knew was he ran his fathers company. As I watched him read the papers, I realized there was a lot of things I still didn't know about him. I accidentally opened the door wider when I put my hand on it and Blaine looked up at me. 

        "Oh, you're home," He said. I couldn't stay hidden now, I walked into his room and crossed my arms. 

        "Ah, yeah."

        "How long were you standing there?" He asked. Crap, what was I suppose to say? I looked away and put my fingers to my lips nervously. 

        "Actually, not very long. Um, I saw you doing work and I didn't know if I should disturb you," I muttered. Blaine stared into my eyes. I was a little embarrassed, standing in his room while he was half naked. I was about to say more, but he leaned on his hand, and motioned me to come closer.

        "Come here," he said, with his hands extended towards me. I obeyed, feeling my heart pounding in my chest every step I got closer to his bed. For some reason I was excited and scarred. The moment I reached the side of his bed, he grabbed me and pulled me up onto it. 

        "Wha-" I gasped, surprised. He sat me in between his legs and crossed his arms around my body. His head rested on my shoulder, his hair tickled my face, and his breath was hot agaisnt my neck. I shivered. What was that? My body suddenly felt hot everywhere he touched. He was holding me, but he was reading the papers in front of him still. "What are these for?" I asked. Blaine moved his head on my shoulder to look at me. 

        "Work, I need to read the proposals for my company," He said, sounding tired again. I couldn't stay content, with his body up against mine, and his face so close. 

        "Oh," I breathed. He started to pile all the papers up, moving them out of the way. He turned my face to kiss me. I was getting that strange sensation for something as he kissed me with a deep meaning. For some reason, I hadn't notice he smelled of a little alcohol until he was kissing me. I was pulled down onto the bed, he was on top of me, with his hands on both sides of my face, my legs in between his, his kisses got rougher, and our breaths getting heavier. Blaine suddenly pulled away from kissing me and put his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, fixing it a little, and looking up at the ceiling of his room. Things were calming down, but for some reason I was disappointed. Silence dragged on. I could tell Blaine was listening to my heart beat, I listened to him breathing. I finally broke the silence, "You know, I want to go to your work with you tomorrow."

        Blaine lifted his head to look into my eyes, "What?" He looked surprise. 

        "I mean, I want to know where you work and what you do," I mumbled, looking away from his gaze. It was quiet for a good minute or so, before he spoke again. 

        "I guess that's fine, but there isn't really anything to do, you wouldn't like it," He sighed and rolled off of me, putting his hands behind his head and close his eyes. 

        "I don't care, I just want to know more about you."

        "It doesn't really matter."

        "Yes it does!" I exclaimed and sat up. I was pissed now. How could he just say that as if he didn't care? He opened his eyes again and looked towards me. His expression was calm, but there was something in his eyes that was rejecting my request. 

        "Fine." Blaine rolled over onto his side away from me. I was seriously pissed. I hit his back with my hand and jumped off his bed. 

        "Jerk!" I hissed and slammed his bedroom door shut. I stormed to my room and shut my door. I didn't know why he didn't want me to learn more about him, but that really ticked me off. I threw myself onto my bed and closed my eyes.