"How much longer?" I was sitting on the ground with my head buried into my knees, and my ass was beginning to hurt from the—not so soft—flooring. I could've also sworn that my cells were shrinking from the lack of water, as the amount of sweat I was emitting was fairly abnormal for someone as tiny as me.
"10 minutes, pumpkin," he said, annoyed. He was sitting next to me with his eyes fixated on his phone.
"You said that an hour ago!" I groaned. Being stuck on this elevator was starting to be less of a fear and more of a leisure activity that included Augustus scaring me every few minutes. "Get off your damn phone. I don't understand what's so interesting on there."
"You don't want to know." Now that he said that, I really don't. He shoved his phone into his pocket and grinned at me leeringly. "Truth or dare?"
"Chicken," he smirked. "What are your turn-ons?"
"I'm not answering that."
"Why not? Too chicken to?" He brought his arms up into the form of wings and began making obnoxious clucking sounds. The sight of this was gold, and I couldn't help it but burst into laughters.
"Why do you need to know?" I spat out as fast as I could before I started laughing uncontrollably again.
"It's a game," he huffed. "You should also laugh more. It suits you."
I stared at him wide eyed, confused at what he meant. "I always laugh."
"No. When you do, it's sarcastic or you don't really mean it." He dragged his finger on the velvet flooring, making little doodles. "Now answer the question or take the L."
"Well, honestly, I don't really know." I absentmindedly bit on my nails. "I guess I like being kissed aggressively. Like, push me against the wall, mess up my hair, and crush and bite my lip kind of kissing. I also love a guy who knows what he wants..." I trailed off. Truth to be told, it's been years since I've been out with an actual guy, as Amiel ruined the idea of everything for me. I'm also not committed enough to be in one. What's the point anyways? I was going to leave soon.
"Oh." Augustus cleared his throat and shifted his legs from the discomfort he was probably feeling by my description. "Moving on, go."
"Truth or dare?"
He smirked and proudly answered, "Dare."
"If you say so," I chuckled at what I had in mind. "I dare you to call your doctor and tell him that you accidentally took one too many viagra."
His eyes widened. "Y-you're joking."
"Not even a bit."
"Fine." He took his phone out of his pocket and went through his contact list, clicking on someone named, Dr. Green.
After a few rings, Dr. Green picked up. "Hello Augustus, It's been a while."
"Yes, it has. Um-" Augustus stared at me, and I smirked at him. "Um, I-I took too many viagra."
"Slow down. You took too many viagra?" Dr. Green questioned.
"Are your ears clogged or something?" Augustus snapped.
"Why? How long have you been having problems with getting an erection?" The doctor sounded concern. Poor dude.
"A few months now..."Augustus poked me and mouthed the words, asking, 'Can I stop?' with pleading eyes. I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes, nodding at him.
"Bye Dr. Green," he quickly said and hung up.
I shot my tongue out at him and put an 'L' above my forehead, whispering, "Loser."
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Chaotic AffectionsTeen Fiction
Science dictates opposites attract and like charges repel, but science never accounted for people like Augustus Brownell and Jami Bloomingfield. He's an arrogant, good-looking guy who has it all, and shes, well not. Though they appear to be polar...