Temptation

Chapter Four

MeTheDumbBlonde, I finally got them to call Alistair Percy! :D

Oh, and included in this chapter: Different languages. LOL. :p

Translations on the last page err’body!

~BeautifullyAwkward. 

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 “Well,” Jenna said with the clap of her hands, “Than I guess we’re all acquainted.”

               I nod awkwardly, tugging on my bracelet. Alistair throws me a lopsided grin.

               The bowling hall was nice, it was very large, and glew in the dark. It was very high-tech, what a little gem this was indeed. There was a bar over in the corner, and a concession stand. The bar spelled trouble for Jenna and Luke, as I took in the settings I hadn’t realized no one else had moved.

               “Well are we going to damn bowl, or stand here!” Xavier hoots cheerfully, ruffling Austin’s hair. We approach the shoe area, and get situated. Jenna of course, buys these super slutty strappy bowling shoes. I frown at her, as Luke and her make out.

               I hadn’t realized that I was legit starring at them, until Alistair brushes against me, and whispers, “What’s so interesting?”

               My face flushes, and I turn to look at him, with furrowed eyebrows. “Um, nothing—I was—”

               He takes my hand tentatively, and walks me over to the bowling lane. Electricity pulses through me from him simple, innocent touch, and my heart begins to palpitate wildly. He looks down at me with a curious smile, and I hang my head down, so my hair could curtain my burning cheeks.

               I couldn’t help but gawk at them though—I had never had a boyfriend before, I never kissed a boy, and I surely never had…sex. Jenna was the epitome of my opposite, but she was also my best friend.

               Austin and I are neck and neck for losing. Everyone is in the ninety and higher, the place is filling up with very ethereal looking people. More beautiful than people I’d see around town. My eyebrows knit together, as I hear the chimes of perfect laughter coming from a clique of girls coming in.

               Alistair was telling me about improving my technique, when he to noticed them. He stopped talking, and looked at them. Fallon, guys can’t focus on you if you’re not as attractive as the next girl who walks in. my brain reminds me, as he takes them in. But, as quickly as he looks over, he’s back talking to me; which surprised me because Xavier and Austin were still staring at them.

               “Come on, I’ll show you.” he smiles wholeheartedly, as we walk up to the lane. He adjusts my stance, and positions my hand. “Like this?” I inquire, pulling it my chest, and getting ready to roll it out. “Yep,” he stays cheerfully, putting his hands on my hips.

               My heart begins to race rapidly, and I try to seem perfectly fine, as he holds me in a rather intimate embrace. I roll the ball, and it lands in the gutters.

               “Oh for Pete’s sake,” Luke shouts in an irritated manner, as he face palms himself. When it’s her turn, from now on, put up those safety guards, or whatever.” He hollers, taking a sip of his beer.

               “Chill out babe,” Jenna says, stroking his chest. I make a noise of disgust.

 Luke was a jerk.  Alistair scowls at Luke, and takes a seat.

By eleven o’ clock, the place was packed.

We were approached by a man and a woman of the name Anna and Sam. “You two don’t look like you’re from here.” Sam said, exampling to me and Jenna.

How could they tell? And from around were—did we go out of town? “We’re not,” Jenna says, taking a sip of her raspberry lemonade. “We’re here with our friends.” she examples to all of the boys.

The man looks over at Alistair, and “Sunt ei singe sclavi, sau sex sclavi?”

Suddenly, all the boys’ attention was averted to the man. Alistair’s eyebrows furrow, “Neither.”

“Ah, I knew you were one of us!” Ana nods approvingly; I turn and look up at Alistair with a confused look.

Sam nods, and gives a skeptical glance around the group. “Ei bine, fata cu par castaniu-ea mirosul este foarte puternica. Tu ar trebui sa ia ei de la ea, exista unii care sunt putin decat altii aici.” he nods with a wicked grin, Alistair’s face becomes sallow, and he nods uneasily. “Au o noapte bun,” Sam says.

“Well, actually Fallon and I were just leaving, we had to talk about something. So now there’s room for two more if you’d like to play.”

“Excellent.” Anna clapped her hand together.

“What, no—Alistair—” he gives me a look that would silence any child having a temper tantrum. He takes my hand deftly into his, and picks up his coat, and our shoes. “Goodnight guys,” he says over his shoulder, as he strode to return our shoes, tugging me along. “Alistair—” I whine with petulance.

“Percy you’re back!” the man selling the shoes shouts at Alistair. He was definitely drunk of his ass. “Nice to see you Percy-Purse.” He stammered drunkenly. I began taking off the bowling shoes. “And who’s this fine piece of ass you brought here?” he says woozily.

My nose wrinkles in disgust, and I take my shoes and chuck them right at his face. “Don’t talk about me like that you idiot!”

But Alistair took more abrasive action, grabbing the collar of the man’s shirt, and giving a sickening blow to his face; a loud crunching sound coming from the contact of his fist to his nose. I cover my mouth with my hands, and take a step back.

I quickly struggle to put on my shoes, as I watch Alistair’s muscles flex under his shirt. They were so—

Fallon! Stop! My brain whispers to me in an angry tone. I swallow thickly, as I tie the laces to my shoes. Alistair his already rolling up his sleeves, as if coming back for more! “Alistair, don’t!” I beg, for the mercy of the man. I place my hand on his bicep.

“He’s not worth it, you hurt him enough.” I murmur halfheartedly. He looks over at the cowering drunk mess, and back at me. He takes in a deep breath, puts on his shoes, and we begin to his car.

He parked too far. I was shivering halfway near it, and he handed me his coat. It smelled—amazing. Like rain, honeysuckle, and something woody—maybe cologne. I liked the smell of him. I found myself curling my fingers in the material, and smelling it deeply.

I feel him starring at me, and my cheeks inflame. I look up at him desperately, hoping he wouldn’t look for an explanation. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—it’s not—” I stammer, he just chuckles softly.

When we get into the truck, I curl up in a ball, and lean against the door.

“Alistair?” I whisper.

“Yeah,”

“What did that man say?”

“Uh…”

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 Translation: Sunt ei singe sclavi, sau sex sclavi- Are they blood slaves, or sex slaves?

Translation: Ei bine, fata cu par castaniu-ea mirosul este foarte puternica. Tu ar trebui sa ia ei de la ea, exista unii care sunt putin decat altii aici- Well, the girl with brown hair—her smell is very strong. You should take her out of here, there are some who are hungrier than others here.

Translation: Au o noapte buna: Well, good night.

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 A/N: Very short chapter today, I know, I know. I just wanted to upload! So, yeah...