»Paris' P.O.V.«
I got home to escape the cockiness of Randy. Randy is handsome, well -built, tall, and . . . hot. BUT he's an asshole and I'm not gonna make
him think I'm an easy lay. I hear the front door open and close then
locked. Footsteps coming upstairs closer to my room fill the condo. A
pissed Sarah opens the door to unleash her anger like a bat from hell.
"Paris you left me at the gym!" Sarah yelled.
"Sorry, I forgot. It's Orton's fault." I pouted hoping she'll give in.
"That's the lamest excuse in the world Paris! If you would just admit to
having the hots for him and stop playing hard to get maybe I wouldn't
have been late for work!" Sarah's voice got louder.
"Okay I'm sorry Sarah. How'd you get to work and home?" I asked.
"John drove me." She smiled.
"Not even 24 hours of knowing the guy and he's already put a smile on your
face?" I said walking over to a box.
"Oh hush Paris, what's in the box?"
"If I knew would I be opening it?" I know I'm a bitch to Sarah but I
can't help it. *evil grin*
"Whatever." Sarah rolled her eyes. "I'm meeting up with John and Randy
for drinks at the club. You should come with." She said getting her car
keys.
"I'm not going anywhere near that perverted asshole Randy." I open the big
box and put half my body in it to get the air bubbles out. Don't judge
me. I know people like to pop air bubbles from their packages too.
"Awww come on you, me, John and simple-minded Randy knows you like him.
Why are you playing hard to get?" She questioned.
"I just don't wanna end up gazing into his eyes one minute then laying
beside him in a bed the next minute. I'm not looking for a hook-up, I'm
looking for a relationship." I said trying to get out of the box.
"Understandable. Are you stuck Paris?"
"Yea, can you help me out?" I said trying to wiggle myself out. Sarah
bursts out laughing.
"SARAH! You're just gonna laugh and leave me facing down into this box
with my ass in the air?" I said getting angry.
"Yes I am and it serves you right for leaving me at the gym, my dear."
She was still laughing. I groaned.
"I said I was sorry Sarah." I heard the car keys jingle and footsteps
walking downstairs and the door opening and closing, then being locked
again.
"SARAH! OKAY THIS IS NOT FUNNY! YOU CAN COME BACK NOW!" I hear dead
silence after I stop shouting.
****Sarah's P.O.V****
I got into my Orange Ford Focus. After closing my door I started my
engine and drove off to the club I was meeting John and Randy at. As I
drove to the club I started feeling guilty for not helping Paris out of
the box. I thought to myself, *Should I turn back?* but just when I was
about to, I arrived at the club. I parked my car after locking it up and
I went to look for the guys. There was queue to get into club.
*Just great* I thought to myself *this is gonna take forever* as I walked to the end of
the queue I heard a familiar voice say...
"Hey Babe!"
I turned around to see John and Randy half way up the queue.
I walked up to them smiling. I was smiling because I was seeing John
again. I was really falling for him and he had it all. He's really
sweet.
"Where's Paris?" Randy asked.
"At home." I said.
"I thought she was joking." Randy said.
"A word of advice Randy, don't piss Paris off." I told him.
"All I did was…" I stopped him.
"All you did was piss Paris off by touching her ass Randy." I told
him as we got into the club.
"Fine, you two go suck the faces off each other, I'll just sit and be a
sore lemon all night." Randy said pouting.
"Oh, here's my house keys, you can go help Paris out the box." I
laughed.
John and Randy looked at me confused.
"Huh?" John asked as we headed for the bar.
"Paris got a parcel this morning and got stuck in it. Before I came to
get you I was pissed off at her so I left her there." I said.
"That's mean." Randy said.
"Says the one that pissed her off." I smiled.
John just laughed.
Randy just rolled his eyes then went to help Paris out the box.
~**Paris' P.O.V.**~
After a ludicrous hour of yelling at the top of my lungs for
help(mostly for Sarah), to me sucking in my stomach to wiggle my way out
the box, FINALLY! I fell to my butt then look at the full length mirror
that reflected out to the hall and saw Randy. Now he's really a creep. I
was startled. Randy walked into my room with confusion on his face.
"First of all what the hell are you doing in my house?" I yelled to
him.
"Calm down Paris." He said.
"Calm down? You're in my house nimrod! How did you find me and get in?"
I yelled once more. Randy sat on my bed.
"I was at the club with John, and Sarah came, and I was wondering where
you were. I didn't see you there so I thought you were avoiding me until
Sarah said you were stuck in a box and I thought see was joking. She
felt bad that I was alone because you didn't come. So she gave me her
keys and where you two lived and here I am. How did you get yourself
into that box?" He pointed to the box.
"Umm...long story. I'll tell you this I've been stuck in there for an
hour and if you'll excuse me I have to use the bathroom."
I ran out my room and down the hall to the bathroom. As thanking God for
not peeing myself, I quickly used the bathroom. I opened the bathroom
door and Randy was waiting outside with his body leaning against the
frame of the door looking at me. Randy's lips met mine before I could
speak. I pulled away in shock and in bliss but quickly recovered with
anger spread across my face.
"What the hell Randy?" I shouted.
"Ohh you're mad?" He smirked. I pushed him away and stormed my way back
to my room. Randy followed.
"No, Randy get out!" I said.
"What for Paris? You're cute when you're mad." He chuckled. I felt
stupid, he was doing things to make me angry for his enjoyment.
"Uhhh! Randy you're a fucking jerk!" I yelled. He pulled me close to him
by my waist.
"I'm sorry Paris. To make you feel better, how about I take you out on a
date on Friday? I pick you up at 8:00p.m.?" Said Randy.
He was playing me and he knew that I was falling for his charms...