Drowning

Chapter 7:

I tried to remember what I came upstairs to do.

Clothes. That was it.

I slowly made my way to Aiden's room where Brynn was sleeping. I opened the door and heard her snoring loudly. She was going to be out all night and I would be right behind her if I kept it up. I found my bag on the floor and fumbled with the zipper. My fingers weren't working right and I was having trouble opening the bag. I finally made a big enough hole and stuck my hand in to pull out my clothes.

I had brought pajama shorts and an old band t-shirt with me to sleep in. JD had bought the shirt for me a couple of years ago as a Christmas present. It was my favorite shirt I owned. I wore it so many times, it had become thin and faded, not to mention my shape had changed since he bought it. It fit snuggly across my chest and hips now where it was loose before. My shorts were black and covered just enough of my legs to be considered decent.

JD hated when I wore my short pajama shorts around the house, but I didn't pack my bag to stay here tonight. I thought I would be staying somewhere else. He always tried to pull the big brother card out on me. I could hear his voice in my head, "What are you wearing? Go put some clothes on." Most of the time, I would end up having to borrow something of Aiden's to sleep in to make JD shut his mouth.

I pulled my flip flops out of my bag and put them on my feet. I was not going to walk around this house without shoes on. I know how often these guys clean; their floor was disgusting. I paused and looked at myself in Aiden's mirror. I didn't know why I cared so much about how I looked. There was no one here who would care either. My curves didn't look that bad in my tight t-shirt and a little bit of skin popped out between the bottom hem of my shirt and the waistband of my shorts. The tiny shorts accentuated the curve of my butt and hit me low on my hips. They were tight enough that they looked more like underwear than shorts. I didn't really care. I was comfortable.

I opened the door and at the same time, I saw the door at the other end of the hall open. Ezra was stepping out of the old guest room. He didn't see me at first, so I had another chance to look at his tall, lean build. He had to get girls throwing themselves at him all the time, at least until they found out how big of a jerk he was. Even then, they might still go for it. He was extremely yummy.

He shut his door and began to start walking down the hall. He stopped when he saw me staring at him. I saw his eyes rake up and down my body. He shifted uncomfortably in the silence. I covered my arms across my body self-consciously in response.

"Ladies and Gents, another round is on its way." Aiden called from downstairs. I looked towards the steps trying to convince myself to move. I chanced another quick glance back in his direction and he was still watching me. He turned his head to the side and raised his eyebrow with the rings in it. What was with this guy?

"You got something to say to me?" I asked him as I moved closer to the steps, never removing my green eyes from his icy blue ones.

I unwrapped my arms from my body and moved my hands to my hips. The closer I moved to the stairs, the more I had to crane my neck up to stare up at him. He had a complete foot of height on me. I batted my eyelashes at him and took my bottom lip between my teeth in frustration.

"You couldn't handle the things I would say to you." He said in a hard tone while leaning his head down. His eyes narrowed in my direction. We were less than a foot apart. When did I move this close to him? He curled up one corner of his mouth in a devilish grin. His words sent shivers down me to the base of my stomach. I crossed my arms over my chest again, using them as a shield. What did I ever do to him? Why was he so mean to me?

I stomped off down the hall and began climbing down the stairs. I wished my legs were longer so I could take them two at a time. I could feel his stride right behind me; he paced me on the stairs this time. I could feel his breath on my neck and smelled the mint on him. It was warm and overwhelming. I felt like he was doing this on purpose and I didn't understand why he was taunting me.