The Sweet Side of The Bad Boy.

Six.

"You're fire and I'm water..
We're complete opposites."

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I felt panic rise in my chest as I looked down at Zero. He jumped onto the fence and started crawling up to my window. He didn't stop till he was right at the sill. I muffled my scream with my hand when I jumped back as his head popped through the window. He swung his leg over and hopped inside.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I all but shrieked at him, my eyes wide with horror. He was breathing hard and sweat trickled down his temple.

I farted in front of him..

"Would you shut the hell up?!" He demanded, peeking through the window. Just then, sirens blared and it sounded like chaos outside as police cars sped past. Zero quickly leapt back, hiding.

"You can't tell me shut up in my room." I said, looking at him like he'd lost his mind. "You're running from them, aren't you?" I quizzed, my heart still hammering in my chest.

He glared at me, a look he gave out a lot. "Nah, I just happened to be going for an early evening jog, saw your window, jump through it and the cops just sped past here like they're insane for no damn reason." He said sarcastically, his eyes trailing out the window from time to time.

"No need for the 'tude." I muttered. "What the hell did you do? And what makes you think that you can just come into my home? What if they catch you and I become an accessory?" I wailed, throwing my hands up.

His eyes were shut and he was mouthing something, which seemed to be numbers. When he opened his eyes again, they were trained on me. "Don't worry about what I did. Just worry about your Mom not bursting in on you when you have a guy, a dangerous guy at that, in your room. And you won't become an accessory, once you keep your mouth shut." That was a threat. I could tell by the hardness in his voice and the danger in his eyes.

He turned around to look out the window and my mouth dropped open and I gasped. There was a crimson mess seeping through his white t-shirt and a huge tear. I eyed it with disgust because it did look nasty.

"What the hell happened to your back?" I asked, staring at it.

"It's no big deal, okay? Just a little scratch." He shrugged, his back still to me. I didn't miss the way his muscles flexed proudly.

"A little scratch?! Are you blind? That's a fucking chap in your back." I said dramatically.

He finally turned around. "Oh yeah? That bad, huh? What about that nasty looking bruise on your face?" He questioned, his hard gaze on my cheek.

My hand immediately flew to my face, hitting my cheek so hard that I winced. Zero's eyebrow was cocked as he looked at me expectantly. "It's nothing." I muttered.

He scoffed. "Yeah, nothing. Someone slapped the shit out of you." He pointed out. "Those fingerprints are still visibly clear." He said bluntly.

I glared at him. "Don't worry about this little bruise on my face." I spat, getting sick of his attitude.

"Whatever. It's none of my business." He shrugged, his expression emotionless.

"You can get out now." I said seriously, folding my arms.

"I'm not going anywhere until I'm sure those idiots are off my back." He told me. His voice never changed. It always stayed emotionless, like his facial expression.

"Well, why don't you just let me clean your cut?" I asked, feeling curious.

"Why do you want to? You shouldn't care."