'Paige...'

I glanced at the mech. 'What?' I asked, trying to read off his face what I did wrong this time. 'Where are you going?' He snapped. 'Uhm, the mall.' He shook his head and blocked the way. 'You're not going anywhere right now. I am sick of being your bodyguard. You stay here at home, I bet there are plenty of things you can do around here,' he snapped. I raised my hands in surrender. Before I was about to go upstairs, I turned around. 'You know... you don't have to come with me,' I trailed off. He threw his knife at me. If I hadn't ducked away, it had hit face for sure. I shivered, glancing at him. 'Go upstairs!' He shouted, pointing at the stairs. Without saying another word, I rushed upstairs, my heartbeat still high. He had never done that before.

I sat down on my bed, removing my shoes and laid down for a minute. He's so fed up. Ever since the 'baby incident' Sunstreaker acted so cranky and angry all the time. It's not my fault. I tried to explain, but he didn't want to listen.

After dinner that night, I did the dishes. I felt Sunstreaker behind me. 'You're cranky,' I muttered. He grasped my hips. 'Am I?' He asked. His voice sent shivers down my spine. 'Yeah, absolutely,' I muttered. 'I don't like Ben. He's still out there and I thought you would understand.' He sulked. 'It's not just about that, Sunstreaker.' I turned around. 'It's about kinda everything. It doesn't matter what I do. You always mock me off or just act cranky. If this is still about the entire baby thing—' I was cut off by his lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. 'It's not about the baby-thing, okay? I am freaking jealous and I promised myself it wouldn't get this far but... here I am with you in my kitchen,' he sulked. 'My stalker,' he added. 'You're a stalker too,' I whispered. 'Yeah, but I have a different purpose of doing it. You're just completely obsessed and can't stop taking pictures,' he scowled. 'It's impossible to not like you and I hate you for that.' I smiled and kissed him again. He pinned me to the fridge. 'I am not gonna sleep with you.'

'No?'

He pulled away from me. 'You're human. I don't sleep with humans,' he snapped. Dinner was quiet, he didn't want to talk about the kiss or about anything in general. I wanted to talk about it. I sighed in disappointment. 'What?' I gazed at him. 'Nothing...' he sat back and closely watched me. 'I just—' I stopped. 'You what?' He mocked. 'I uh... nothing. Never mind,' I muttered.

When dinner finished, I showered. I kept thinking about that kiss. I wanna kiss him again. It's more like an addiction I fear,— something I am longing for so badly. Those perfect shaped lips, his eyes. Everything about him caused my world to slow down and my heart to beat faster. I've never been this close to a guy before. How do I make him like me?

The next morning, I tried to impress him with my clothing. Jean shorts and crop top. As I strode into the kitchen, he didn't even glance at me. 'Morning...' was all he said while reading something on his phone. I slowly sat down and stared at him. 'What do you want, chatty?' He snapped. I shook my head and grabbed some bread. 'I love your shirt.'
'I wore it before,' he sulked. I looked down at my plate. 'I was wondering if you had an extra heart...because mine was just stolen...' Sunstreaker slowly gazed at me.

'I barely have a heart... I certainly don't have two!'

He turned back to his phone and took a bite of his bread.
'If you were a burger at McDonald's, you'd be the McGorgeous.' He grunted. 'I hate McDonalds and people working there. They always mess up my order,' he scowled under his breath. 'Your eyes are bluer than the Atlantic Ocean, and I don't mind being lost at sea.'

He glared. 'What for bullshit are you talking about?!' He snapped, slamming his phone on the table. I flinched and sighed. 'Well?' He snapped. I glanced at him again. 'You like my outfit?' I asked. 'I've already seen it last week,' he scowled. 'Can I enjoy my breakfast now or should I go upstairs?' He sneered. I shook my head and started eating.

Sunstreaker was minding his own business after breakfast, avoiding me. I probably should tell him the truth, but I was afraid his reaction. Will he yell at me? Snarl or reject me? Rejection would be the worst case scenario. I've loved that mech for so long. The moment I saw him, I fell in love. Now I am sharing a house with him, kissed me but never confessed he likes me. Perhaps he doesn't and this all a game to him. After all, he's a psychopath, he loves games and messing with people's minds.

After the entire baby-thing, he acted differently. Maybe he was a little bit ashamed, even he would never admit or show it. He's too proud to admit it anyway. He caught me looking at him again. 'What is your damn problem!' He snapped. I shook my head. 'Nothing...' he got up and approached, trapping me between his body and the wall 'you're acting strange.' His lips were so close. 'I am not... you are acting strange,' I muttered, gazing at his lips.

'Kiss me and I'll rip you apart,' he snapped. I locked my eyes with his. 'It's worth it...' I muttered. He grabbed my throat and pushed it against the wall,— eyes hard and emotionless. 'No... we don't date. I will never date a human. Be glad we are friends,' he snapped. 'Sunstreaker, give me a change...  I wanna be yours.'

'You're stupid to think I will ever like you,' he snapped and threw me on the ground. 'Do you really think I like you enough to date you?' He scoffed. 'You're just a creepy and obsessed stalker. A mistake...' he snapped. I slowly hoisted myself up. 'Everything was a mistake, taking you in, helping you out, teaching you or even talking to you in the first place. I should've treated you like any other victim. You mean nothing to me and never will be!'