The Fire In Me (Ryder) (COMPLETED) 1 ✔️

Chapter Forty-Seven Nurses Are Like Hospitals

The middle- Zedd, Maren Morris, and Grey

     "Get out of bed." A voice says in my ear making me groan. Dallas. Why does he even care if I get up for school or not? He seemed to let all his emotions out last night and now he's making me get up. He has the audacity to tell me to get up? Why is this guy so confusing? What the hell? Are all guys this difficult? This confusing? Or is it just Dallas that's like this? Hell, if I know. "Rex. Come on, get up." He says and I groan again shifting and holding the blanket tighter to me.

     "No." I say sleepily before I shiver from a cold draft. I put my arm under the blanket and tuck myself in, trying to warm myself up. I keep my eyes closed, knowing well enough that if I open them, I wasn't going back to sleep. If I opened them, I would probably get up, listening to Dallas. That's not something I want to do right now.

     "We have school today Rex," Dallas complains. Like I care, he can go to school and let me stay in bed. What's so hard about that? Nothing, he just has to be difficult. "Get up before I make you get up." Before I know it, I found myself sleepily mimicking him and then mentally roll my eyes. How can someone be so annoying? Can't he just leave me alone? Is it that hard? "Fine, you wanna be like that?" Oh no. He's coming. To me. What shall I do? Continue sleeping, obviously. I am too tired to care. Wait a second.

     My eyes fly open. Oh no. "Wait, Dallas-" I start, trying to get up with the bed sheets, but it is too late. Dallas grabs under my arms and pulls me out from under the blankets, the cold air hitting me hard, making me shiver as we both freeze. I look at him to see his eyes looking down at my bare stomach. The one time I get hot in here so I take off my shirt. Good thing I'm wearing a sports bra... I think. I stare down at my sweatpants before my eyes move up to my scar.

     I can't do this today. I shake my head and push Dallas back. "Not now, Dallas," I sigh, walking around the bed before Dallas grabs my arm and makes me face him. He rests his other hand on my hip and his thumb rubs up and down softly and slowly on my skin, giving me tingling feelings. Feelings I didn't want to have. I look up at him to see him still staring at the scar. Why does he have to do this? I shake my head and push away from him before his eyes move up to mine. "I said not now, Dallas. So, not ever."

     "I'm not doing anything bad." He says, stepping forward, closing the distance between us. I quickly step back away from him. I can't think right when I'm close to him. So I have to keep space between us.

     "As of now, you aren't," I say as he steps forward, and I step back again. "I'm not in the mood for this today. Just go away so I can-" My back hits a wall as he steps closer again and leans forward, putting both hands on either side of my head, caging me in. He always seems to be doing this. Keeping me against my will, caging me in.

     "You," He starts as my breathing seems to stop. "Can't tell me what to do."

     "G- get away from me." I say, pushing at his shoulders to move him back, but like always, he doesn't budge, and for some reason, I can't push him as hard as I could. What is up with him? What is up with me? No, instead, he moves closer to me, making me feel even more uncomfortable. "F- for once, can you just listen to me?"

     "Rex." He says, breathing on my face, letting me smell his minty fresh breath. Of course, his breath smells good. I shake my head, and the sudden reminder of my breath has me trying not to breathe in his direction. "Why are you nervous?"

     "I- I'm not." I say, looking down at my feet so I don't look him in the eyes. I'm not nervous? If so, why do I feel like my heart is beating so fast it will explode? Do you know because I don't? He moves his hand, putting his fingers at my chin before he slowly but firmly lifts it to make me look him in the eyes again. Why does he do this to me? No, no, the real question is, why do I let him?