Burning Secrets

1

I have always suffered from this terribly horrendous disease --otherwise known as curiosity.
It's supposedly self-induced, and has multiple symptoms that happen quite often; while no medication can cure or help the issue.
One of the many symptoms that occurs happens to be making quick decisions without thinking; which in fact is what led me to the rare situation I am stuck in now, thanks to my 'self induced' condition.
So as I slide down the roof of my house that connects to the bottom of my bedroom window, I build the courage to jump onto my neighbors matching roof across mine.
As I do such, my foot slightly slips off the edge, just enough to send goosebumps throughout my body, for the high proximity I would take in if I was to fall.
Sighing in relief, I focus my attention back to the whole reason I did this-- to get my diary back.
I had been missing it for a few days now, anxious to find it, when I glanced through my open window to see a book on my douche-of-neighbor's nightstand.
The book wasn't like any other; from what I could see, the top had an over-rationed amount of glitter, while a small metal chain that connected to a lock shined upon the moonlight.
I knew it was mine, so I waited for my neighbor to leave his room, in order to retrieve my diary he so called, 'wasn't aware of'.
Tightly gripping onto the edges of his window, I carefully push it open, crawling through.
I crash into the soft carpet of his room, picking myself up quickly; scanning the room for his nightstand.
I spot the book, practically jumping in glee as I rush over towards it, unaware of the toy below my feet.
I trip immediately, my forehead making harsh contact with the wooden stand ahead.
Wincing, I sit up, rubbing my head in pain, as my gaze meets the innocent action figure laying on the floor.
Why in the world would an seventeen year old guy be doing with a little action figure? Especially someone that's so feared from students at school, to fathers of innocent girls.
Forgetting the question, I mentally shake my head to refocus on the new task at hand --getting home without being noticed.
I pick myself up, swiping the book off of the stand, rushing for the window as a strong hand wraps around my small wrist, spiraling me around to face plant into a broad chest; his cologne lingering through the air around me, my nostrils engulfing the wonderful scent.
Oh no...
My parents always warned me to stay away from one specific person in general.
The one person who runs around, causing trouble everywhere he goes; girls falling to his feet, some that haven't even spoke a word to him personally.
The one person who believes he can do whatever he wants, and get away with whatever he does; which weirdly enough, he always does.
The same person I'm currently in the same room with, who's gripping my wrist as if he's holding for life, who's face I'm too afraid to look up at.
Although, I seem to do that in instinct, deeply regretting that I ever did.
No wonder girls fell at his feet, with his big, beautiful eyes that I so wish I could see the color of, if it wasn't for the dark.
Which seem to perfectly match his fluffy, dark hair; while his plump, pink lips accompanied his clearly defined jawline.
I gulp nervously, biting my lip, anxiously waiting to see his reaction to my presence within his room.
"What do you think you're doing in here?" He asks, his grip still as tight as before.
I find myself at the lose of words, my mind stumbling to form a decent answer.
"Y-you took my journal." I spoke, holding my diary up with my free hand.
"Thought I told you I didn't have it."
He raised his eyebrow, as if he's winning the argument, however, I'm not the one to loose an argument, due to my stubbornness.
He took a step closer, as I took one backwards to leave a gap that was slowly dying between us.
"Guess you lied." I proposed sassily, taking another step back as he took one forward. We kept doing so, until my back hit the wall, causing me to squeal in surprise.
"Guess I did." He admits, stepping way past my personal bubble.
This is exactly the reason my parents warned me to stay away; why girls say to never look at him; why teachers say to never hang around him.
Soft knocks against his door cause him and I both to snap our heads towards it's direction, as a lady's sweet sing-song voice speaks up.
"Spencer, honey?" She calls; his head turns to me, narrowing his eyes as a smug smile tugs the corners of my lips.
"Better answer her." I whisper, as he does so, not taking his eyes off me even for a mere second.
"Yes mom?"
"I was wondering if everything was okay. I heard a loud crash on the wall, so I just checking to make sure-"
He immediately cuts her off, reassuring her everything's okay.
"I'm fine."
"Okay, just checking, love you!"
Even though his room is deeply tinted from the night sky, I'm for sure I am able to see the crimson blush that colored his cheeks.
"Love you too." He half mumbles in aggravation, as I do my best to stifle my laughter.
"I wouldn't be laughing just yet, you're still in my room." He explains.
"And that means anything to me?" I rhetorically ask, raising my eyebrows.
"Why yes, it really should..." His eyes trail slowly down my body -my mind becoming numb, along with my every limb I own.
I let out a shaky breath, as I plan my way to escape. Mentally nodding to myself, I slowly lean my forehead against his, batting my lashes innocently.
"Why should it matter? You won't hurt me, right?" I whisper, as he softly shakes his head no.
"N-" He begins, as his grip on my arms loosens. Taking the chances at the moment, I shove him off of me, sprinting for the window.
I tightly grip my fingers around the edges, carefully climbing through the frame.
I jump across roofs, crawling through my own window frame, tumbling onto my much-less-soft carpet.
Feeling the secureness of my home, I quickly close my window, locking it, (something I rarely do).
I take in a deep breath, gathering my senses, as I head to bed, tossing my diary onto the wooden vanity that lays beside my bed.
Plopping onto my bed, I snuggle into the warm, comforting pillows and soft blankets hoping to relieve myself of tonight's sporadic event.