Cupid's Daughter

Chapter 2~ A Deal With the Devil

Thunk.

I sat upright in my bed sharply as my heart pounded in my chest. I waited, listening out for more sounds and trying to make my breathing as quiet as possible in case there was a murderer outside or something.

Thunk.

There it was again. I crept out of my warm sheets and over to the window, shaking with fear as I grabbed my large purple umbrella to use as a weapon. What if someone wanted to kill me? What if they had a gun? What if--

Thunk.

I watched wordlessly as something ricocheted off of the window, and I tip toed over with my umbrella cast high into the air, ready to swing at any second. I peered through the glass cautiously, and the oxygen I'd been saving released from my lungs in a whoosh. I pushed the window open harshly.

"Noah?!" I shouted, glaring down at the stupid boy who was stood on the ground beneath my second-story bedroom window. "What are you--" I began to yell, but then I remembered my dad asleep in the next room and lowered my voice to try again. "What are you doing?" I whisper-yelled, looking around the yard to see if he'd brought any of his hooligan friends with him.

"Can I come up?" He called to me, eyeing the huge tree that spanned across the side wall of my house.

"What? No! What are you even doing here, it's like 3am?! And how do you know where I live?" I hissed, watching with wide eyes as he ignored me and hitched himself up onto the lowest branch.

"Noah? What are you... Noah! Stop!"

He continued to ignore me as he hoisted himself up the tree, stopping when his face was inline with mine. I stood staring at him, mouth gaping as he waited for me to move out of the way so he could jump through the window.

"Are you going to let me in? It's freezing out here." Noah muttered, scrutinising the goose bumps on his arms like they were foreign to him.

"No! What are you even doing here? Go home Noah." I pleaded, rubbing my tired eyes with my palm.

"C'mon Isabelle, it's hard to balance up here. You don't want to be the reason I fall do you?" As if to prove his point, he purposely wobbled on the branch he was stood on, his Nike shoe snapping a twig that sailed down to the ground. He lifted one leg, swaying in the breeze as he pretended that he was losing his balance.

"Would you stop that before you actually fall and break your neck?" I hissed.

Noah smirked. "Not until you let me in. Look! Tip toes!" He taunted, rising onto his toe on the one foot that was still on the tree. The boy was flirting with death and he knew it.

"Are you stupid?" I snapped at him, watching the idiot as he continued with his game.

"It's a long way down, that would hurt. You don't want to be held responsible for me falling do you? Because—"

"If I let you in will you shut up?" I asked grouchily after a few moments of him babbling, feeling too tired for niceties.

He looked at me with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Yes."

After doing a quick scan of my room to make sure there was nothing offensive lying around, I half-heartedly beckoned for him to come in. He latched onto a branch above his head and swung gracefully through the window, landing silently on his toes like a cat.

Stupid athletes.

"This is breaking and entering, you know."

Noah ignored me and looked around my room in wonder before flopping down onto my bed, picking up my teddy bear and hugging him to his chest. I hovered awkwardly against the wall, not really sure what to do with myself. I'd never had a boy in my bedroom before, and suddenly I felt self-conscious. I mean, Noah had been with hundreds of girls before, but I highly doubted that any of them had had Cabbage Patch Kids on their shelves and a portrait of Minnie mouse hung on the wall. My cheeks flamed red as I tried to shield the Cabbage Patch Kids from sight with my body, and Noah stared at me with amusement as I did so.