Bad Boy: Daniel Hart

five

*unedited*

              After I had finished my episode, I eventually managed to pull myself together and come to my senses. I pointed Daniel into the right room and watched as he tended to his wounds.

               "Does it hurt?" I asked as I sat on the edge of the bath tub, "like being punched in the face? I'm guessing it must."

               "You get used to it," He muttered as he began wiping the abrasion on his cheek with an antiseptic wipe. He hissed as he placed it on his face as the wipe started cleaning the wounds, "that bit always stings like a bitch though."

              I snicker lightly as I wonder how many times has had to do this, clean himself up after a fight. "You going to tell me who they were yet?" I couldn't help but ask again, the curiosity eating me alive.

               "Why aren't people I pissed off a good enough answer?" The irritation in his voice higher than usually, I felt as though the more I pressed the more I was at risk of losing my head and I didn't want to lose my head.

               "Well, I don't know about you but I don't want to be making this-" I gestured between us, "-a regular thing."

              He let out a loud snort, "Don't worry, it won't be." My body slouched slightly in disappointment, I mean I definitely didn't want this to be a regular thing but I didn't total hate his presence. It was intriguing, he was intriguing. I couldn't help but gravitate towards him and the thought of that petrified me.

              I watched as he placed a small white dressing over his chiselled cheek bone, securing it on with small strips of medical tape.

               "What happened between you and Alex the other day?" His body physically stiffened at the mention of his name and I realised that maybe it was still a touchy subject.

               "How about you keep your nose out of business that doesn't concern you," he snapped, eyes boring into mine as the heat of his anger radiated off of his skin. I shudder at the tone of his voice, his mood changed more than a teenage girl on her period and I don't know if I can keep up.

              I turn my head to the door not wanting to be trapped in another one of his deadly stares, I don't think my body could take that kind of pressure right now. As I turned, I felt the bun on top of my head slowly fall down reminding me how much of a greasy mess I was. I bet I looked horrific.

               "How much longer are you going to be, I need to shower and try to sleep," I said taking the hair tie out and letting my long hair cascade down my back as I ruffled my hand through it trying to let the grease-soaked hairs separate.

               "You got a spare room?" He questioned, I didn't like where this was going.

               "That's not what I asked, I asked how much longer are you going to be not did you want to stay?" At this point I was now standing in front of him, disbelief clearly evident on my features.

               "I can't go back home right now an-"

               "Why not? What could you have possible done to make it unable for you to go back?" I interrupted as I folded my arms against his chest. I was beginning to get irritated, partially lack of sleep partially Daniel being Daniel.

               "It's complicated," His voice was strained as he spoke.

               "Well isn't there anywhere else you could stay?" I questioned, my voice overly optimistic as I anticipated his answer.