Chapter six -  Fire Flirting

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Have you ever wanted to run into a wall like Harry Potter did without even caring if you'd actually teleport or just crash into it?

Well, a couple of weeks ago I felt exactly that way.

I didn't care how embarrassing it would be to just break my neck, banging it into a dark wall which was now covered in picture frames. Anything would've been less awkward than what happened.

It was a typical Saturday morning, Geoffrey - who of course went out the night before - had been incredibly loud coming home and I had been asleep until half past eleven. Like I said, typical Saturday morning.

Like every other Saturday morning/noon, I went to take a shower at the end of the hallway. I remember hating waking up that morning even more than usual because there was a huge test on Monday which I had not studied beforehand.

The hot water made me relax a bit, making me stay in there even longer than usual. Afterwards, I wrapped a towel around my body and one on top of my head to dry my hair.

I popped my earphones in and turned up the volume. I walked straight to the walk-in closet in my room and grabbed my blue bra with matching panties.

After examining all of my clothes for ten minutes straight, I decided to wear the things I wore yesterday.

After getting dressed, I got rid of the towel on top of my head. I returned to my bedroom only to get the most horrific scene printed on my iris.

Geoffrey and Latoya. On my bed. Half-naked.

I let out a squeal "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" I hit Geoffrey. "Get off my freaking bed, you filthy animals!"

"Jeez, Loren, cut it out." He sighed resting his arms casually behind his head. Latoya on the other hand, wasn't lying there as casual, she looked beyond pissed, covering up her chest with my sheet.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Latoya gritted through her teeth. Back then, people still didn't know we lived together.

Geoffrey just shrugged, having this annoying smile on his face as if he thought this was funny.

"Why the hell were you about to fuck your girlfriend on my bed?" Why the hell weren't they off my bed yet?

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Yes I am," she corrected, causing him to roll his eyes.

"I don't care who she is, even if she were the queen of England, I do not in any way want your sperm and her... things... anywhere near my bed!"

"Relax okay, I just didn't feel like changing my sheets-" only making it worse buddy.

"So what? Your little brain thought; hey let's just do it on my stepsister's bed."

"Stepsister?" Latoya gasped.

"Yeah, unfortunately my dad is fucking her mom."

Finally, she got mad and decided to leave my bed, in high speed she pulled her shirt over her head and tried to slip in her skinny jeans which didn't go so smoothly.

"For fuck's sake Geoffrey I am your girlfriend, didn't you think you had to tell me you live with another slutty girl?" Ha- me? Slutty? Yeah, kissing three different guys in my 17 year long existence does make me a slut.

"For the last time," he said, running his hand through his hair. "We are not a couple, we have sex, that's it." She seemed offended at that and ran out of my room rather quickly.

"You are so going to change my sheets!" I commanded the naked guy.

"You are the reason I'm not getting laid today, so nah- you can do it yourself."

He laid his head back onto my pillow, grabbing his phone from my nightstand.

I went kind of psycho inside and grabbed the sheets of his body, leaving him exposed. Luckily he was wearing boxers.

"And now you get out!" I crossed my arms over my chest. The bastard still didn't have a shirt on and his pants were nowhere in sight either.

"You know," he stood up off the bed, slowly closing the space between the two of us. Although I didn't like him being so close, I refused to back away. "You almost look hot when you're mad." He grinned, lowering his face next to mine.

"Almost," the warm brush of his breath and the soft touch of his lips to my ear made my whole body go nuts, making me forget for a second what he had just said.

Who the hell does he think he is?

I used all my force to push him into the wall, which I succeeded at, with a little help. He nearly fell over a pile of clothes that was lying on the ground.

"Listen you twat, living with you is already like hell on earth, but we'll just have to suck it up," I stated as a matter of fact. "But let me get this straight, if you, under any circumstances, enter my room once again, I swear I will lock you up inside my closet and dissect you with the button of my granddad's shirt, do you understand?"

He licked his lip causing me to look down at it and notice how perfect they actually were. Dammit Loren, focus!

He turned his head 20 degrees to the left, leaving me very confused.

His lips turned up into a smirk after he licked his lips once again. I just stood there, hit by confusion and annoyance.

Then he just left my room and never came back to change my sheets.

I still got mad at the memory. Eww.

Since then, it got spread around like a rapid fire that Geoffrey and I live together and girls started shooting deadly glances at me.

Rumors were proved to be mostly wrong once again since some people thought we were a couple and moved out of our parents' houses real soon. Others said we were runaways or just partners in crime.

Since then people also think that I am a drug addict, sex addict and some even say I am a hooker. Aren't people just lovely creatures?

Geoffrey doesn't seem to mind as much as I do. Sure he's embarrassed people know about it but nobody's throwing ugly lies and threats at him. The only thing hateful for him about the situation is that he has had to explain for a thousand times that he hates me.

Good thing I have a good self-esteem because otherwise hearing all those unkind things about me could really hurt, but now I know most of them are just jealous.

Of course I'd be lying if I said that it doesn't make me feel a little bad when I was being called ugly, worthless, attention-seeker, whore and so on. Lana figured that out so as a kind of 'making me happy again' plan, she is staying over at my house tonight.

Sleepover, baby!

We both went out for some shopping today, since in a week there will be a huge party which we'll both attend.

I bought myself a simple blue dress, ending midway thigh with a drape over one shoulder. It wasn't too exposing, since I don't have anything to expose and I don't fully trust all the drunk guys at that kind of party.

I park my Vespa into the garage after we were greeted by the not-so pleasing surprise of three other motorcycles being situated at our porch.

I groan while Lana jumps of the back. "Whose are they?" Her eyes shifting over every single one.

"Haven't got a clue." I make my way inside, Lana following close behind.

And there were they, four dangerous looking guys, sitting in our living room, going mad over some stupid game they were playing on Geoffrey's new PlayStation.

I recognize Dwayne Marshall immediately, and figure that I don't want that bastard in a five mile radius around my house.

It takes me a while to remember the other guys names though.

Wesley Gomez and Chester Lindsey, bad boys, trouble makers, friends of Dwayne Marshall and apparently Geoffrey's as well.

I am slightly surprised about the fact that they are in here. I only got entirely shocked when I noticed that they were playing some stupid game like normal teenage guys.

But of course, that wasn't really the case.

When I step inside a little further, I notice the numerous bottles of vodka and beer on the ground, still filled.

"Who's that?" Chester (I think) asks.

Geoffrey takes a quick glance at us, as if he didn't know it was me.

"That's Loren." He returns his gaze to the screen, flicking his fingers over the buttons of the controller. "Loren get out of here."

"No," Dwayne suddenly let out, giving us one of those infamous looks. "Let them stay."

"Loren, go to your room and take your friend with you," Geoffrey orders, his voice filled with authority.

It's not that I want to stay in a room with these people, I especially don't, but if it makes me refuse to follow Geoffrey's desires, I'll reconsider it.

In the meantime, the game has ended and Wesley also turned to look at us, checking both of us out, which annoyed me big time.

"Loren, kitchen," talking of sexism...

Geoffrey grabs my wrist, the skin he touches feels like burning, and tags me along with him to the kitchen.

"What?" I hiss once we arrive there.

"You have to leave us alone!" He crosses his arms over his chest.

"Why? And why the hell are you getting so worked up about this, we weren't doing anything, we just had to pass. If you would've let us we'd be drooling over some hottie right now."

He races his hand down his body and face before saying with a grin, "I think you're doing just that."

"You have issues." I sigh.

"Yeah, exactly. And that's why you have to stay away from me, Loren, I'm telling you, you don't want to be around these guys especially in a couple of hours when they're drunk and high."

"High?" I snap. "You are going to use drugs in my house?" My mouth falls open, this guy is unbelievable!

"There's a chance," he tries to talk him out of it, "look that's not the point, the point is that I don't want you to be involved in this."

"I'm a big girl Geoff, I can do whatever I want."

And right after those words rolled out of my mouth, and his expression changed, I realize I should've just shut my mouth, nodded, smiled, left and went drooling over Zac Efron.

But no, that was too easy for me.

His face turns into fifty shades of angry, he grabs a hold on my wrist once again and makes me collide with the nearest wall pretty harshly. A sharp pain shoots through my back.

His eyes turn red and his grip on my wrists become even tighter. It actually starts to hurt. He seems anything but calm, with his loud breathing and his heart that I could almost hear from where I am standing.

"Don't you ever call me that, ever again," he speaks, loud and clear, empathizing every word. "Do you understand?" I gulp, swallow and carefully nod.

"Good," the force he had put on my wrists lightened and so did his mood. "Now get that skinny ass of yours out of here."

This time I don't need to be told twice. I was pretty eager to take my chance and get the hell out of here.

I kind of forgot I left Lana there alone with three hungry lions.

God please, let her be alive.

It's a crazy sight that overwhelms me once I step into the living room again.

Lana is sitting on the couch, next to three of the school's bad boys.

If you told me that two months ago I would've gotten a concussion from falling over because I was laughing too hard.

I shoot her this look that she knew meant 'we're out of here' which she ignores.

Geoffrey brushes past me, taking his old spot on the couch again. "Come on Llama, let's go to my room." At that, Wesley starts laughing like a retarded seal, causing my eyebrow to furrow.

"Did she just called you llama?" He laughs. Lana's turning slightly pink. "That's genius!"

Lana playfully slaps his arm. "Don't laugh at me!"

Is it just me or does it look like they're flirting?

Lana hits him again when he doesn't want to stop laughing after which he starts tickling her.

Okay, I can't watch this.

"We're going," I say, grabbing her arm and literally dragging her with me.

"Bossy, I like that." Dwayne winks. Eww.

"No you don't. You are the stereotypical alpha male, you need to be fully in control," I state.

All the guys stare at me like I am some kind of ape and main attraction of the circus.

"You were right dude, she really is nuts." Wesley snickers, causing Lana to laugh ten times louder than she should. I shoot Wesley a glare and abduct Lana.

"What the hell was that?" I yell when we finally reach my room.

"What?"

"Don't you dare play dumb on me!" I point my finger at her.

"I don't know what you are talking about." She faces the ground, sweeping her feet uncomfortably. Her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. How bad can a person possibly lie?

"Lana Campbell, tell me right now why the hell were you flirting with the school's bad boy?" She remains silent. I roll my eyes at her and she grins knowingly.

I sigh, knowing she'll probably get hurt if she gets her hopes up too high, I mean we're talking about a player here.

"Don't worry Lors, I am just playing a bit you know," she says as if she could read my mind. It doesn't make me feel any better though, you can't control your feelings. And when you are playing with fire, there is a pretty big chance you end up getting burnt.

Especially when that fire is the smoking hot Wesley Gomez.

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What do you think is going to happen between Wesley and Lana?

Should I put up a cast? Or does that ruin the imagination?