You'd Better Hide the Bullets

I opened my eyes and the events from last night flooded back into my memory, I rolled over in bed and came face to face with a sleeping Vic. Oh yeah, we fell asleep here last night. His features were so simple and relaxed, it was strangely cute actually. I couldn't help but feel extremely attracted to him right now. Even though he's continuously upset and humiliated me I can't deny that he is something that I want. But I have to be stronger than that, much stronger.

Suddenly his eyes opened and he stared at me. I stared back, awkwardly. We were about 2 inches apart. "I don't mean to sound bad but why the Hell did you let me stay here last night?" He asked, voice raspy and tired. It was actually so attractive.

"We fell asleep, I didn't mean for it to happen." I told him. He nodded and began rubbing his eyes.

"My head hurts so much." He groaned.

"That's why you don't drink too much." I laughed softly. He looked at me as if I just punched him in the face. "Well I guess you're not a morning person." I joked, sitting up.

He followed my actions and we sat against my headboard with our shoulders touching. "I just don't understand what to do now, this is seriously awkward." He breathed out loudly. I looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah I agree, maybe we don't speak about this ever again?" I suggested.

"Do you hate me?" He asked with a sad tone.

"No, I don't hate you. But right now I don't particularly like you." I told him. "I meant what I said last night Vic, I don't forgive you and I don't really want anything to do with you until you can learn to have some sort of respect for me and other people." I sighed.

"Who was the guy you were kissing a few days ago?" He asked me. I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why?" I questioned. He rolled his eyes and looked away.

"I'm just curious." He shrugged and tried to act like he wasn't interested.

"I went on a date with him." I explained.

"Is he your boyfriend?" He replied. I just laughed at that question. "What? Stop laughing!" He snapped at me.

"Are you jealous?" I nudged him.

"What do I have to be jealous about? The fact you're still here talking to me shows that you're always going to be a little bit interested in me." He smirked at me.

"Oh you can think what you want but you don't know what the truth is." I grinned at him.

"Are you going to enlighten me?" He asked. I just shook my head no. "Then where is the fun in that?" He rolled his eyes.

"Actually I think it's much more fun watching you squirm and try. Everyone has been commenting on how different you are and it's because of me. I quite like watching you pine after me." I smirked at him as I climbed off my bed and walked over to my closet. I began looking through my clothes for a new outfit.

"As if, you definitely want me more than I want you." He huffed. I pulled my shirt over my head, keeping my back to Vic. I looked over my shoulder and caught him staring as I pulled my new shirt over my head.

"Vic, you need to realise something." I told him walking over to his side of the bed. "If you really thought you could have me, wouldn't you have me already?" I grinned down at him. He looked up at me with confusion written all over his face. "Thought so." I winked at him and walked over to my window to assess the damage on the lawn.

"I better go home." Vic mumbled and got out of bed. I turned around and watched him leave my room. A few seconds later he walked back into my room and marched up to me. "For the record I could have you so easily and you know it." He looked down at me with the most mischievous grin.

He pushed me against the wall, placing both his hands on either side of my head against the wall. I looked at him with slight confusion but I had to act like I wasn't interested or he would win. I stared up at him sternly, I couldn't let him win this. "Vic, leave." I said with some sort of authority.

"It's on, and you can't back out now." He leaned in, kissing me very very lightly on the lips and then pulled back and left. I stood there with my back glued against the wall and it made me feel completely lost.

I definitely don't want to get into this war with Vic, he will win, easily. I looked out the window in time to see Vic walking across the street and into his own house.

After that I decided to go down stairs and begin the clean up, it was 11am and my parents would be home in 3 hours. Great. I walked downstairs and found Ali still passed out on the couch. I strolled into the kitchen and picked up and pot and spoon the walked back into the living room. "WAKE UP!" I screamed as I banged the spoon off the pot. Ali nearly jumped up off the couch at the sound.

"What the fuck?" She tried to shout at me but her voice was raspy and hoarse.

"Time to clean up the mess you made while I go and pick up out sister." I told her with a cheery smile.

"Why are you being such a stuck up bitch?" She asked as I began walking out of the living room.

I turned and looked at her again. "Maybe if you stopped being so damn selfish you'd realise that I'm the not the only one around here who doesn't like your attitude." I spat at her.

"Yeah let it all out Scar, let it out." She stood up and walked over to me.

"Oh I'm over your shit just stay the fuck away from me." I rolled my eyes and walked away from her, out of the house.

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