Not his Treehouse

"Get out. This is my spot, and I don't want you here anymore!" I yelled at him.
"If you would listen to me without running your mouth for five minutes you would take that back!" he yelled back at me.
"Get out now." I glared at him, I wasn't about to be the one to break eye contact first. It was so easy to get lost in those dark eyes, but he didn't want me, so I no longer wanted him. He stepped closer, his eyes still never leaving mine.
"Trace.." I started to say his name darkly. He cut me off by covering my mouth with his hand and scowling deeply.
"Don't say my name like that," his deep voice sent shivers down my back.
"Now shut up and listen," he told me.
Boy was I listening now.