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CONCRETE JUNGLE 

 ⁓ Bad Omens

Flame

I stare at the ceiling of my room and mentally check to see if I've packed everything I need. But as far as I know, I've packed everything for Spain. I sit up when I hear Aiden's voice, as if he were standing right outside my door. His voice is only faintly audible as the closed door muffles it. I pull on a pair of sweatpants after getting up from my bed and continue to listen to him, "Nathaniel, where the hell are you?", it becomes quiet again, who is Nathaniel? I sit down on my office chair and stare at my door, whoever this Nathaniel is. It sounds like Snow is mad at him, "like you're sitting on the bus to your sister's? Are you stupid? She's at university, she has no time for you. How bad did the two of them fight?", I frown, Snow seems to be worried about this Nathaniel. "Okay, it'll be okay, Nath. But your sister knows?", it goes quiet again, sounds like he's hung up. It's quiet for a while until the white-haired man opens my door and stares at me. I return his gaze and cross my arms in front of my chest, why is he staring at me like that? He closes my door behind him and frowns as he comes towards me. "You...", he points at me, I raise an eyebrow questioningly. "You talked to me when you drove me home...", he says in disbelief, so he remembers it again. "Oh, so you just keep quiet and act like you didn't say anything. Shit, what's your problem?", I laugh slightly as he looks at me seriously, "stop laughing, I'm serious." He takes a step towards me, "I thought you forgot...", I say bluntly, he looks up at my face.

"I did, but I remembered when I heard you talking to Sophia." I nod slightly, "and what are you doing now?" I ask him, "what should I do? I just want to know why you decided to talk to me the fuck." He asks angrily, "because I wanted to," I say, although I don't know why I'm talking to him. On Saturday it was because of the risk of him falling off the bike, but why now? He snorts, "are you kidding me?" I laugh, damn snowflake, I'm even kidding myself. "No, I just didn't want you to fall off the motorcycle." He furrows his eyebrows, "Motorcycle?" He looks confused, I tilt my head, "yes, motorcycle. I brought you home on my motorcycle, have you forgotten?" He opens his eyes wide and stares at me like I'm a damn alien. "Oh my God... so it wasn't a dream?" he whispers confused before looking at me again, what does he mean? "You carried me?" I nod slightly, oh yes, I did. "You're really light... you should eat more," his confused look makes me grin, he shakes his head. "By the way, thanks for the compliment, I didn't know I smelled so good to you." He presses his lips together, a frown forms between his eyebrows. "You... slapped my ass." He says in a rather questioning tone. I nod slightly, I actually did, and my hand still tingles pleasantly when I think back to it. "I did, you were way too loud. You would have woken up the whole house if you had kept being so loud. Plus, you were the one who grind against me like a cat in heat, when we danced." He continues to approach me until I feel the need to stand up, then he taps the center of my bare chest with his finger.

"What are you doing?" he asks, upset. I grab his wrist and look at him neutrally. "As I said, you were too loud." He shakes his head. "But that doesn't mean that you... that you just," he stops himself. I grin slightly when I finally see that fire in his eyes. I want to see more of it. He clears his throat. "Hey Snowflake, who's Reed?" He looks up again and looks at me again with a burning look, his eyes are wide open. Before his face twists into an angry grimace, "it's none of your damn business," he tears himself away from me. His eyes are narrowed into slits, "never mention him again," I tilt my head, "you mean Reed?", he growls a little and suddenly his flat hand hits my cheek. I look at him until the slight pain really reaches me. I want to take a step towards him and reach out my hand to him. "Don't touch me, never again..." he takes a step back and wants to turn around, "whatever you want, snowflake." He turns around and looks at me, "don't call me that," he turns around and leaves my room.