Alone

Chapter 7

I was frozen in shock; baffled at what just happened.

The nerve this boy had was astounding. The sound of the shower pulled me out of the various ways I was plotting to get my revenge. I dried myself and quickly put on his clothes. His shirt was huge on me, as expected. The boxers fit me without a lot of adjustments and I was glad because I didn't want any unnecessary flashing.

It was almost half past one. My stomach once again was rumbling food, I swear it was never satisfied with what I fed it. I wandered in search of food. The kitchen was in better condition than I had expected, it was almost spotless. The sink wasn't piled with dirty dishes and the counter was sparkling. My eyes zeroed in on the refrigerator, opening it, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was stocked up pretty well for a guy living alone.

Ah yes, there was a box of pizza. I removed two slices, one for me and the other for Greyson; see, I was being considerate even after he acted like an ass. Placing it in a plate, I left it in the microwave. Walking into his bedroom, I peered around, it was aesthetically pleasing. It had a wooden flooring with overhead lights fixed into his ceiling. A king sized bed in the middle of the room and a bedside table. There was a closet; next to which was another shelf stocked with more books.

My eyes fell on the door behind which the jackass was showering, he was whistling away happily. The room looked like it belonged to a mature person and not a buffon of a man-boy.

The shower stopped, I quickly walked to kitchen and set the timer on the microwave. I made my way back to the bedroom and waited for him to come out. He'd have his guard up after that because he knew I would get him back. I found a place to hide without being detected. I stood there expecting him to come out, a few minutes later and there was no movement on the other side of the door. He was stalling.

The beeping of the microwave finally went off, I heard sigh of relief from the bathroom. I smiled; my plan was working. Not even a second later, the door swung open and out walked the clueless pervert. Unaware that I was behind him, he was drying his hair. Now was the time to attack, I kicked his feet from under him and knocked him down. Climbing atop him, I snatched the towel from him and tied his hands as tight as I could. 

He was so shell-shocked that he couldn't get out any words, until— "What the actual fuck?" His voice boomed across the room.

"What?" I had victorious smirk on my face. "Is your ego hurt that you were taken down by a girl?"

The confused expression was quickly replaced with a smug smirk, "On the contrary, it was very sexy to see you take me down and tie me up. Kinky, I like it."

I chose not to comment on that, "Apologize, you twat."

"Why?" He was playing dumb. 

"For man-handling me, of course." 

He remained silent. Guess he wanted it the hard way then. I grasped his ear and twisted it.

"Ow!" He yelped out in pain. 

I bent down, my mouth near his ear and whispered softly. "Apologize and the pain will go away." I twisted a little more to emphasize my point.

"For fucks sake. Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He gave in.

"And are you ever going to man-handle another woman again?"

"No, n-no. I won't man-handle another woman again." I let go of his ear. He let out a groan, his tied hands reaching up to soothe his ear. I patted his cheek, got off him and skipped to the kitchen where my slice of heaven was awaiting my return.

Once it was in my hands, I quickly got to work. A little later, Greyson appeared with a scowl. His hands free of being tied and still rubbing his ear, "I don't go around man-handling any woman that I see." I knew that, but I just wanted to have some extra fun. "Oh and you're fucking insane."

I handed him a slice and he inspected it before finally deeming it fine. I shook my head at his antics. He rested on the counter, watching me for a few seconds before speaking up, "How do you know Caleb?"

"I met him through Jacob, his twin. He was a real dick in the beginning, but he's like family to me now." I said as I stared at the marble counter unable to keep eye-contact, "What about you?"

"We met at a match and he seemed like a decent guy unlike all those crazy fuckers. I guess he thought the same way about me too." 

"Big mistake." I muttered under my breath. 

"Huh?" I knew he heard me, but I didn't say anything. I was done with my slice and I was craving for another one.

"We trained together most of time and so we kinda became friends.... or acquaintances, I guess you can say."

Taking my plate to the sink, I washed it, "He never mentioned you." He shrugged. I dried off the plate and turned my attention to him.

"Did the both of you ever fight against each other?"

"No, not yet." I nodded. "What were you doing there?" He asked genuinely curious.

"Caleb's car broke down, so I offered him a ride."

"He allowed you?" He questioned incredulously.

"Yeah, cause he knows I can take care of myself and he's prepared me for every situation."

"Still, I wouldn't have allowed you to enter that shit-hole."

"I don't need your permission nor do I need Caleb's permission."

"Well, I wouldn't allow my girl to enter that place ever." His voice had lowered by the end of the sentence. His grey eyes locking me in place.

That got me off-guard, but luckily my mouth surprised me by producing words, "I am not your girl." 

Somehow we had gravitated towards each other and I stood infront of Greyson. Very little distance seperated us, my mind in a daze egged me on to close the distance between us. Suddenly Greyson stepped forward and did what I wanted to do, pulling me flush against him and encircled his strong arms around my waist.

We were so close, close enough that our noses touched. If one of us moved forward a little bit more, our lips would touch. My hands rested on his chest and I could feel his hot breath. I looked up to see him looking at me with those intense grey eyes, his shifted his gaze to my lips and then back to my eyes. 

His brows furrowed as he gazed down at me, I hoped that I wasn't drooling. His grip on me loosened and he stepped back. I felt empty and cold.

"What's that?" I looked down to see what he was referring to. Since the shirt was big on me, it exposed my chest which had turned red because I had almost burned myself, and the hot water didn't help. I swiftly covered it and turned to walk away, but Greyson caught my forearm and swung me around to face him.

"Answer me. What is that?" He gritted out.

"That's none of your fucking business. Now let go of my arm before I scream bloody murder." I said coldly.

He let go of my arm, but still kept me locked in place with his intense eyes. "Are you hurting yourself?" His tone was different this time, he almost sounded desperate. There was pity too, and I hated that.

I didn't answer, just turned my back to him and slowly walked away towards his bedroom. He spoke up, making me stop, "You have huge, impenetrable walls surrounding you to protect yourself and you're effectively shutting yourself out from the world and everyone around you." He said as if I didn't already know that. "I intend to tear them down."

"I'm not some game you can play. You know absolutely nothing about me, all these assumptions that you make, you can shove them up your ass. Just leave me the hell alone." I said in a pathetic whisper.

I didn't give him a chance to answer and walked away from there. Once I was inside his room, I slid down his door feeling pathetic and weak.

I shifted here to start a new life with a clean slate and become a new person, but it always seemed to catch up to me.

The determination and promise in his voice scared me, but what scared me even more was how safe I felt. I felt safe with him.

That night I promised myself that I would never let him break down my walls; oblivious to the shit-storm that was brewing from the time he stepped into my life.

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