Living With the Boys

Chapter 16

"I fell."

"Where'd you fall?"

"In mud."

"I don't like you right now." I said, pouting and glaring at him. He didn't need to give me such short answers!

"Did you ever like me?" He sent me a glare and picked up his clothes and threw them into his hamper.

"Huh?"

"What's happening with you and Logan? How long?" He yelled as he smacked his dresser and came up to me on his bed, glaring down at me.

"There's nothing! What the hell is wrong with you?" I sat up, I was scared, but I was determined to not let him see it.

"Then why the f*ck were you kissing him!"

"I was pretending to be his girlfriend! We needed to make up some reason to why I was here." I stood up to try and seem bigger, causing him to back up.

"And his girlfriend was the only option?"

"It was his idea! I didn't know what to do!"

"But you went along with it!" He started coming closer, moving me around until I was backed up against a wall, "You could've said you were something else."

"Like what? What else can I say after he kissed me after saying that?"

"He kissed you before?.. That little f*cker!" He punched the wall beside my head and then did the same with his other hand, then I was caged by his arms and body. My heart started beating loudly, I was... excited to be this close to him, even though he was so angry.

"Calm down!"

"Why! That f*cker kissed you! He knew... And he still fucking did that!" He looked down at me, anger in his eyes... and I was scared. I was scared of what he would do, and I guess he knew this because he was silent for a moment and closed his eyes. He let out a deep breath.

"You calmed down now?" I asked, his eyes were still closed and he tried to calm his breathing.

"No, I'm still pissed off." He opened his eyes and he still looked angry.

"Because he kissed me? It was just a kiss."

"It's not about the f*cking kiss, it's about you."

"Me?" I was confused, what about me?

"He did this when he knew how I felt about you," he leaned down until he was an inch away from my face, "I want you to be mine."

He closed the small distance and pressed his lips to mine, gently, surprisingly. My heart was racing, and even though the kiss just started, it felt like it was forever. I kissed back, though deeper than him, causing him to smirk against my lips and began kissing with even more fervor. I pressed my hands against his chest, then slowly moved them up until I was able to wrap them around his neck and pull him closer. He moved his arms to slide them around my waist and pull me against his body, I felt a something poking me around my stomach area just when he pulled back, gaining a pout from me.

He let out a small chuckle, "Don't give me that look, I won't want to stop."

I was panting, a little out of breath from the kiss, "Then why did you?"

"I need to control myself right now." He looked down and I looked between us and finally saw what was poking me and began blushing.

"O-okay."

"Now you see why I'm mad at Logan." He sighed and kissed my forehead.

"Y-yeah."

"You okay? Did the kiss shock you that much?" He chuckled, though I nodded. We were silent, looking at each other until he groaned and closed his eyes. "I need to take care of this problem," he opened his eyes and gestured downward, "I would ask you for help but..."

"I have no experience, sorry," I said while blushing, probably as read as a tomato, "I'll leave you too it." I walked past him, but not before I felt a smack on my ass, making me turn and glare at him.

My god, could his personality change anymore when he got what he wanted, I thought.

"Oh, so I got what I wanted? You're mine?"

"I said that out loud?"

"Yes."

I stayed silent, then ran out the room and up the stairs, and the whole time I heard him laughing from his room. I fell onto my bed and put my hand over my heart, trying to figure out how to stop it from racing. I closed my eyes with a smile on my lips, and fell asleep to one final thought.

Michael got what he wanted.