Kiss With A Fist 5
Chapter 5
I leaned down and grabbed Jayden beneath his armpits and basically dragged him into my room. He was so heavy; you wouldn't have been able to guess by his appearance. I grunted, shoving him onto my bed. I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was two in the morning.
I pressed a towel I had soaked in cold water on Jayden's forehead, wiping away his sweat. He was still in only his boxers, but he was sweating so profoundly, I was too scared for him to be embarrassed. I cleaned out his leg injury, changing the bandages as well. I yawned, extremely exhausted.
"Katarina! Non! Pas toi. Ne blesse pas! J'vais faire n'importe quoi. S'il te plaît! NON!" Jayden mumbled into my pillow. I raised an eyebrow at him. Who was Katarina? Did he love her? Probably, since he was pleading with someone that he'll do anything if they let her go unharmed. I frowned. Did I like someone who was in love with someone else?
Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, my mind chanted.
Rejection.
Broken hearts.
Pain.
Sadness.
I leaned against the headboard and yawned, falling asleep.
-•@•-
My arm was becoming numb from the huge weight pressed against it. I blinked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. My eyes widened as I realized that I was sleeping next to someone; a man. I nearly screamed in fright, but realized it was only Jayden. Bloody devil's residence! I was in the same bed as Jayden! This was so not good. How had I even gotten here?
My leg was wrapped around his waist, and his head was on my stomach, crushing my arm with his shoulder. His other arm was slung around my hips, trapping my body against his. His skin was still hot, but not as scalding as last night. I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead and sighed.
He still had a fever. Not a good sign. I tried untangling myself, but didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful asleep. His full lips were slightly parted, his cheeks were flushed from the fever, and his hair was all over his face. I watched him sleep for a moment, before leaning down and kissing his cheek. My eyes widened as I blushed a deep scarlet. Why had I done that? Why was I so bloody impulsive? On the bright side, he was asleep, so he wouldn't know what had happened.
"Levi?" I screamed and fell off the bed. I pressed a hand against my chest, my heart beating wildly. "You okay?" Jayden asked, concern in his voice.
When I glanced back at him, his eyes were wide open, and he was watching me silently. Oh bloody merde! Did he know what just happened? I groaned in frustration.
"Just peachy," I replied sarcastically, a flush spreading across my already red face. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired, sore, hungry and in need of a cold shower," he replied with a grimace. "And flattered." He winked. I groaned, blushing harder.
-•@•-
"Lwee, you said dis was all a dweam, so why is Jade hewe?" Theo whined, eating his cereal.
"'Ey little buddy, do you not want me 'ere?"
"No Jade, I don't want you in my eaw. Dat's disgusting!" Theo replied with a frown. I burst out into uncontrollable giggles, while Jason snickered. When we all calmed down, I spoke up.
"Jason, will you watch over Theo and Jay? I have to go out for a bit."
"Jay!?—" Jayden protested.
"I want to go wid you!" Theo cried.
"Fine," I sighed.
-•@•-
"Whewe awe we going?" Theo asked curiously.
"The grocery store." I replied absently.
"Why?" He asked petulantly.
"To buy food."
"I know what a gwocewy stowy is! But why?"
"Why what?" I snapped, getting annoyed.
"WHY?"
"Why. WHAT?"
"WHY AWE YOU SO STUPID!?" he cried in despair. "WHY AM I STUCK HEWE WID YOU!?" I glared at him, now seriously annoyed.
"Fine!" I snapped, "would you rather. . ." I trailed off, realizing what I was about to say to a three-year old. Would you rather live with a bunch of strangers?
"Would I waduh . . . What?"
"Never mind."
"Tell me." I ignored him, walking into the grocery store, Theo hanging from my arm.
"Tell me!"
"TELL ME."
"TEEEEELLLLLL MEEEEEEE!!!!!" he whined, earning curious stares from other customers. This trip to the grocery store was about to become a trip to the devil's home. I sighed in frustration.
"Will you stop whining if I buy you a lollipop?" I asked him. He nodded his head eagerly, completely forgetting why I was bribing him.
"Lollipop, lollipop! Oh Lolli lolli lolli, lollipop!" he sang happily. I rolled my eyes and dragged him towards the fruits and vegetables section.
-•@•-
"We're home!" I called out happily. I was in a strangely good mood after the trip to the grocery and convenience stores. But after a moment of silence, I frowned; were they asleep or something? "Anybody home?"
A bunch of screams and gunshots broke through the silence. Huh?
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French translation if you still don't understand what Jayden said:
"Katarina! Non! Pas toi. Ne blesse pas! J'vais faire n'importe quoi. S'il te plaît! NON!"
"Katarina! No! Not her. Please don't hurt her. I'll do anything. Please! NO!"
If you don't understand what Theo's saying, let me know, I'll try to keep the kiddy accent on the down low.
I'm not sure if I want Jayden's accent to be French anymore. I was thinking of changing it to an English accent. These are just some minor changes I may or may not make. But I like the way he can't pronounce the 'h' sound.
Song for today:
Fight Inside by Red
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Kiss With A Fist (ON HOLD)
Action15 year old Leviora Johnson is not your typical high school nerd. She may have skipped a grade, she may be smart, and she may be obsessed about her grades, but nothing is as it seems. Everyone thinks she's a nerdy loner with a weird fashion sense...
