Falling For A Criminal

Falling For A Criminal - Chapter One*

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Raising an eyebrow, he shook his head and walked back over to me. “Do you really want me of all people to be the one to prove you wrong?” Looking me right in the eyes, I noticed that he wasn't backing down and that arguing with him was going to be completely useless. He knew I was going to drop the subject anyway; it wasn't something I wanted to talk about. “Anyway,” he began, breaking me from my thoughts, “since I'm not getting it in tonight, I guess I'll just sleep here until the cops stop looking for me.”

“So, the cops arelooking for you. May I ask why?”

“No.”

“Well I'm going to anyway; why?”

Running a hand through his hair, he shrugged. “My idiot friends like to say my name a lot. That's all you need to know.”

I frowned. “But that doesn't answer my-”

“-think outside your imaginary utopian society for a bit and you'll understand. This is New York, not some suburban area that you see on TV where everyone has white fences and big dogs.”

Raising an eyebrow at his comparison, I stood up off of my bed and walked over to my computer. He clearly had a little bit of exploring to do on his own because when I turned around, he was digging through my dressers. What he was looking for, I honestly had no idea, but if my hunch had been correct, he was going to find my-

“You wear such childish underwear, Adri.”

Sighing, I walked over to him and slammed my drawer closed. The sudden movement seemed to surprise him because he grew wide eyed and took a step back. I was actually kind of glad that I had managed to intimidate him, but I couldn't drop the facade I had going; for the time being, it was working out in my favor, and I wasn't sure when I'd get an opportunity like this again. “Get the hell out of my room, Haydn.”

Narrowing his eyes, he pushed me until I was pinned against the wall with my hands above my head. I wasn't hesitating to show how annoyed I was, and he wasn't doing anything to make it any better. That's the problem with guys; they don't know how to take no for an answer. All they're after is a nice piece of ass that they can pass aside whenever they get bored with them, and I'm not about to be added to his list of statistics. “You know Adri, you talk a lot of shit for someone who isn't going to make me leave. In fact,” moving one of his hands down to my waist, he pulled me closer to him and grinned, “I'm almost certain you likethis.”

“What the hell is there to like when I'm being held against my will?!” It wasn't a shout, more like a whisper, but had I not been afraid of my dad coming in here again and catching Haydn and I in yet another provocative position, it would have been much louder.

Shrugging, he looked me in the eyes, and for the first time, I noticed there was a lot more red than white in them. Looking closer, I noticed that he wasn't focused all that much, and then it clicked. “You're high, aren't you!”

“Shh, not so loud doll face. Hell, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted to get caught by your parents.” Grinning even wider, he leaned in for a kiss, which caused me to do the only thing I could think of at the time. I lifted my knee and watched as his face went from playful to sheer pain. “You little... Bitch.” Groaning, he let me go and fell to his knees; holding his millions of kids in an attempt to get rid of the pain. At first, I felt a little bad, but then I remembered, he broke in—whilst running away from the cops—and then tried to kiss me—after raiding my room. He got what he deserved.

Awkwardly walking away from him, I sat back down at my computer desk and quickly opened up my Google Chrome browser; going straight to Facebook. Once I was logged in, I noticed that everyone was talking about Haydn, but nothing gave me enough information to know why he broke into my room. I didn't expect it to be a simple 'why is he here?' search, but the fact that almost nooneknew anythingkind of pissed me off. Haydn wasn't the kind of person who kept his life a secret, and if he was, he sure as hell put on a good show for everyone. Anything he does automatically becomes the talk of the school, and now that I actually require some gossip, no one is around to give it to me.

'Idiots.'

Logging off, I walked back over to Haydn and saw that for the most part, he was regaining most of his strength, which meant I was going to get another lecture of some sort. If there was one thing guys hated, it was when they got kicked in their jewels. But in my defense, what happened was a matter of self-defense; I probably would have gotten molested otherwise.

“How are you holding up over there, Haydie?”

“Don't call me that.” Glaring at me, he sat up right, still in pain, and moved his hands up from his crotch. “And why the hell did you kick me? I didn't do anything-!”

“-stop yelling,” I hissed, “I'm not about to get in trouble because you don't know how to shut the hell up. So, either you're going to listen and stay shut, or get the hell out.”

“I thought you didn't want me here. You're giving me options now?”

Sighing, I sat back down on my bed and grabbed my iPod. He clearly wasn't going anywhere, but until he did, he wasn't getting an ounce of attention out of me. That's all he wanted, and I wasn't giving him the satisfaction of playing this little game. And besides, did he really expect me to be OK with this? I may be easy going, but I'm not easyto get with. He really has a lot to learn if he honestly believed I would let him sleep with him with the rep he has. Plus, he only proved that rep to be true when he broke into my room! If he thought that I would be even the slightest bit accepting, he really was high.

“What are you listening to?”

“Music.”

“What kind?”

I sighed in aggravation. “The kind you listen to.” My voice was monotone, but it wasn't enough to drive him away. Looking down at my clock, I noticed that it was now one-thirty a.m., and I was even more tired then I was before Haydn got here. Noticing my distress, he turned off the lamp and sat at the foot of my bed.

“You can go to sleep if you want to.”

“Right,” I laughed, “and let you molest me as I sleep? I'll pass.” Yawning, I turned down my music so I could hear whatever it was he had to say. Much to my surprise, he leaned back and just lied there in silence. For a while, I thought he was just thinking of something witty or sarcastic to say, but when I looked closer, I saw that he was sleeping. Poking him, I watched as he shifted positions and made himself comfortable. “Haydn?” No answer.

Shaking my head, I go an extra blanket out of the closet and placed it on the floor. The blanket was pretty thick, and the pillow that I gave him would keep him asleep for a while, too. With much more effort than I thought I would have needed, I pushed him onto the blanket, where he landed with a thud, and I sighed; staring at the clock until I finally fell asleep.

'He broke in high, and then he fell asleep... How freaking perfect.'