Chapter Nineteen – Bad
They say I’ll only do you wrong. We come together cause I understand just who you really are, baby.
-Queens of the Stone Age
“Have you started it yet?” I asked leaning against the headboard of Roman’s bed with The Catcher in the Rye in my hands. The book was a little tattered but it was because of the numerous times I had read the story. It wasn’t long and I loved reading it on the bus in Chicago. I hated having nothing to do on my rides to and from school and since I wasn’t obsessed with music it didn’t keep me entertained for long.
“I finished it.” Rome said, taking the book from my hands with a smile.
When he didn’t say anything more I tried getting him to talk, “And…?”
He rolled his eyes, “I suppose I see the similarities between Holden and I.”
I laughed, “Told you! It’s a great book, though. When’d you finish it?” I was pretty surprised he’d already read it. I thought for sure he wouldn’t even open it.
“A few days ago.” He admitted.
I gave him the book less than a week ago and he was already done? I was impressed. Maybe Roman Charlens did read, after all. Maybe there were a lot of things I didn’t know about him. I decided I wanted to know more. “That’s a Pink Floyd poster, right?”
“Are they your favourite band?”
He looked at me with a smug smile, “We’re not on a date, Sam.”
I blushed, he was right. I was being too forward. We’d just kissed a couple times; it didn’t mean we were a couple. Besides, Donna had warned me to stay away and look what I was doing now. No matter how mystifying I found Roman, I couldn’t go against Donna’s wishes. “I should go to my room.” I slid towards the edge of the bed to leave.
His arms snaring around my waist put my actions to a halt. “Don’t go.” He whispered in my ear, kissing the skin beneath it seductively. “Stay with me.”
“And do what?”
“I could think of a few things.” There was a smile in his voice as he started pressing fluttery kisses on my cheeks.
“I didn’t think you liked me.” I admitted turning around to face him.
“Who said I liked you?”
“Bye, Roman.” I stood rolling my eyes. He was freaking impossible.
“Maybe I just understand you.” He called as I reached for the doorknob.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I turned around swiftly.
He shrugged; he was leaning back on his bed looking at me coolly. An easy smile upturned his lips. “You had a troubled past, and it’s not just because your parents died. There’s something… more. Something my father won’t tell us. You’re trying hard to move on but you still have nightmares which means you haven’t completely let whatever it was go. You’re self-conscious even though you shouldn’t be and you feel guilty to have fallen in my parents’ lap. You think you don’t belong here and that we’re are wasting our time on you. You like Ash because he pays attention to you. You hate me because I’m constantly reminding you of your own insecurities.”
My mouth fell agape, how did he know so much? “Why do you like to torment me so much?” I whispered.
“I shouldn’t do it.” He admitted, his face falling. “But I like knowing what makes you tick. I like testing your sore spots. I like discovering new things about you.”
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