Chapter 19: Chapter Nineteen

My body automatically turns on the spot and I collide with Ian's chest. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!" I snap my head up to look at his face. He glares angrily down at me.

"Don't you ever say that! Don't you dare. You got no idea what it's like." He growled through gritted teeth.

"What's what like?" I asked innocently and his grasp around my wrist became tighter.

"Do I really have to spell it out? Do you honestly think you're nothing but a fling to me?"

"I don't know, why don't you explain it to me, Einstein." I respond sarcastically. He presses his eyebrows together and tugs my wrist against his chest so my palm his pressed flatly over his heart. "You've taken this." He was talking about his heart? I scoff, "When did you practise that line?"

I scowl and snatch my wrist out of his grip. Flipping my hair in his face, I turn and make my way towards the stairs beyond the end of the hallway. I didn't look back, but I bet I must have left him with a hanging mouth. Good. I was fed up with being used, that's exactly why I isolated myself from the rest of the world.

I ran up the stairs and headed into my new room. I slammed the door shut and kicked at it afterwards. "Ahh!" I screamed, my anger beginning to become visible. Did he honestly think I was some kind of thicko? I just wanted to be loved. I wanted it from him. Unfortunately, he just seemed to be playing me.

His words began to echo through my head, and I had to grab hold of a nearby flower vase, chucking it towards the bedroom door. It crashed against it with a huge smashing sound and the China glass cascaded across the floor into shattering pieces. His words, 'You've taken this.' And my palm laid over where his heart was. Ha! What a load of bullshit! It was just. Load of poetic, English bullshit. I mean, what did I honestly expect from an English teacher.

The rest of the night consisted of me crying into my pillow. It was showing lay soft fabric and I eventually calmed. Slowly, my body began to drift off from my brain not long after. I fell into a deep dream...a deep place of nothingness. Somewhere I would want to stay forever. Somewhere which was a lot better than reality.

"Alice?" I hear a voice...

"Alice, wake up." I feel urgent hands shaking my shoulder but I can't seem to bring myself back to reality. It's deep, groggy and my eyelids her literally glued together. I can't wake, it's too nice, too comfy.

I can't even explain what happened next. A wet slick of flesh slid smoothly along the base of my neck and I jumped out of blackness. I open my eyes, lights blinding me in a instant and I find myself squealing in pure horror. It's not longer then a single second that I realise it's Ian.

He's sitting on the edge of my bed, wiping his mouth and then grinning like a crazy cat. "What the fuck!" I exclaim. I widen my eyes in shock but his grin fixes. "I had to wake you some how. It was either that or a bucket of cold water." I gasped, "You wouldn't have."

"Try me." He grins widely at me with daring eyes.

"Whatever. I'm going down to the kitchen, I'm thirsty." I make a move to stand up from the bed but Ian grabs my arm and yanks me back down. I collapse back down onto the mattress beside him. "Not yet. I want to apologies for last night. It was out of order of me, I'm sorry." I smirk, "like I said, whatever. I'm not bothered. I've made a new rule and I'm sticking to it." He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And what rule is that?"

"That I'm not going to let people get to me. From now on whatever is said or done I'm just gonna let flow right over my head." I waved my palm across my head in a dramatic action. He laughs and shakes his head, "Whatever rocks your boat, gorgeous."

My heart flutters at the word. 'gorgeous' I always wanted a boy to say that to me. Except this was a full grown man! And that made my body react to it even more. "Err, yeah well. I'm going down to get a drink." I stand back up and he releases my arm. Once I reach the bedroom doorway I whip my head over my shoulder, "And while I'm down there I might use your shower, since you thought it was clever to lick my neck."

He chuckled and licked his lips slowly, "You liked it really. You know you did."

I scoffed, "You wish." And shut the bedroom door.