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Chapter 5

  • Chapter 4: Trapped
  • Akira's
  • P.O.V
  • Never
  • in my life had I thought I could be a marathon runner. I was usually the type
  • who was too lazy to even do chores in my own house unless my mom paid me for
  • it. No, really! But thankfully, both my parents stay away most of the time for
  • business matters in Montana and I usually have my older sister looking after
  • me...who was more interested in breaking hearts than taking care of me. So in
  • short, I have all the time in the world to laze around.
  • But
  • the instant Mr. Sexy Sadist let me out of that classroom, I forgot that I had
  • three more periods left in school, since he pretty much wasted one of them, and
  • ran back home like my ass was covered with gasoline with Prometheus thyself
  • running after me with his stolen torch. You get the picture?
  • I
  • have to call the school later on to inform them that I’m suffering from a
  • sudden hemorrhage down south and describe in detail how the menstrual pain
  • works so that the Principal’s secretary gets grossed out and tells me to stay
  • home for the rest of the week, but that can wait till I was safely home and
  • far, far away from that perverted, sadistic, sexy-UGH!!
  • Seriously!
  • That guy is trying to get into my pants and the only thing I keep repeating in
  • my mind is how sexy he is!
  • Darling
  • there's no shame in admiring a very fiiiinnnneee piece of art.
  • I
  • growled. Even my conscience is siding with my enemy.
  • Since
  • when do you have wet dreams about your enemies?
  • Grrrr!
  • I
  • slowed down when my picture perfect two storied house with its white fence and
  • huge lawn came into view just a block away. By now I was completely exhausted
  • with my tongue hanging out like a starving, rabid street dog and I'm ready to
  • collapse any minute.
  • I
  • looked around once to see that the coast was clear and let out a sigh of
  • relief...just as a car honks behind me. I look down at my feet. Nope, still
  • standing on the sidewalk. Then why the hell is the car honking?
  • I
  • turn around slowly, and just like in the horror movies, my worst nightmare is
  • right there, standing right behind me with one hand inside a sleek black car,
  • with which he kept pressing the horn and his head out the window, that
  • signature smirk plastered on his face.
  • At
  • least it wasn't a psycho with a butcher’s knife.
  • "What
  • the Hell do you want?" I yell at him throwing my hands up in the air,
  • frustrated. "And why on God's green Earth are you following me!"
  • His
  • grin widens as he gets out of his shiny black car. I’m no specialist so don’t
  • ask me what it is. I can hardly distinguish between a bike and a cycle!
  • "First, I already told you what I want", he did that creepy head to
  • toe check out of me, emphasizing his point. "And second, I live exactly
  • two blocks away from your house."
  • Creepy
  • Sadist lives next to me? No wonder he’s seen plenty of me. Thankfully, he
  • doesn't know about my library visits are to the erotic section. Or does he?
  • "Keep
  • pouting like that, and I just might be tempted into giving you a nightly
  • visit", he said.
  • Was
  • I pouting? Anyway, major problem here, let's solve that first. "You have
  • anything to say or did you follow me all the way home just to get a nice view
  • of my butt?"
  • "Giving
  • me ideas, are you?" He arched an eyebrow. "As I told you, I live
  • here-"
  • "School
  • isn't over yet!" I snapped.
  • "But
  • my classes are." When I gave him a suspicious look, he continued,
  • "I'm a trainee teacher, just out of college, so I don't have classes all
  • day. Either morning sessions or afternoon ones and I'm done for the day. So
  • then, your place or mine?"
  • My
  • jaw hit the pavement...retracted back...and then I exploded.
  • "What!
  • Do I look like a cheap slut that you can just pick up from the roadside! My
  • parents are respectable people and I come from a respectable family and this is
  • a respectable neighborhood-"
  • "And
  • that respectable neighborhood is going to hound you down if they see you
  • talking to me on a roadside, and a car waiting around the corner." I
  • didn't have to look at him to know that he was smirking.
  • Damn
  • him and his logical brain! But I couldn't go to his house either, since it
  • would look even more sluttish. The only way I have got was to take him home and
  • apparently no one was there since my 'nanny' came in the evening and went away
  • in the morning, the same time I went to school. She’s an intern at the City
  • Hospital. I sighed audibly. " Fine, let's go to my house. But no monkey
  • business!" I snapped before turning and heading to my house, him following
  • soundlessly behind me. And damn those radish nosed neighbors, who, I'm pretty
  • sure are spilling out of their windows right now, thanks to all the honking.
  • I
  • opened the door with my lock and dropped my backpack on a nearby couch and
  • headed for the kitchen but his voice stopped me midway.
  • "Aren't
  • you going to invite me in?" he asked from outside the door, hands tucked
  • in his jeans pocket.
  • "Seriously?
  • What are you, a freaking vampire that you need my permission to come in?"
  • I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
  • "Just
  • being polite", he muttered under his breath as he stepped inside and
  • closed the door behind him. He then went straight to the couch and dropped down
  • onto it.
  • "Have
  • a seat, why don't you?" I said sarcastically as I went into the kitchen
  • and took out some frozen pasta carbonara from the fridge and popped it in the
  • oven to heat. I didn't have any lunch today, so why not?
  • "Well
  • then", his voice startled me since it came from right behind me. "
  • Why don't we finish what we were discussing outside?"
  • He
  • had me trapped with my back against the counter and his hands on either side of
  • me palms down.
  • "Di-di-discuss
  • w-what?" I stuttered as I turned and looked up into his eyes.
  • "Why,
  • it's time for your first lesson Ms. OG", he smirked, eyes twinkling
  • wickedly.
  • I
  • gulped.
  • Oh
  • crap!