There were three things I learned about Lavi Bookman. 1) He was filthy rich. Too rich if you asked me. 2) He watched the most gut-wrenching, most blood-chilling, screamed-filled movies you could imagine. 3) There really was something very, very, very wrong with that boy.
He forced me to sit through three marathons of gory movies, until I actually leapt off from where I lay on the bed next to him –again he FORCED me to—and gagged over the toilet. Luckily, he had a bathroom connected to his own room so I didn't have to hold anything in and run all over the house.
Lavi had laughed the whole time, not even affected as blood splattered the screen of his 60 inch plasma screen TV. Surround speakers boomed the high pitched screams that almost made my ears shatter. Alright, 4th thing I learned: he was officially deaf to all inhumane noises.
Next, he brought me through a tour throughout his huge house. He toured the east wing which was, basically, one big library that was connected to little one-man rooms and bathrooms. The north-wing was a relax center with some more shelves of books that lined the walls. 10 couches sat facing each other from where they were spread out in the room. A large, rectangular table with lamps set all down the middle of the table. We didn't get around to the east wing; his actions were cut off by a loud, clashing bell noise, which made me jump.
He had turned and smiled at me, ruffling my white hair with his large hand, before leading me off in the opposite direction. The west wing was a dining room table and a kitchen. The dining table was long, stretching from wall to wall. Countless rows of chairs ran down the sides, and Lavi just randomly sat down in one, dragging me next to him. He kept his hand firmly on my knee.
People began to fill up the room, many of them calling out Lavi's name, and waving at him, then eyeing me, before just waving. I offered so many smiles that my cheeks began to ache. People with white hats filed out of the two, large double doors carrying huge trays of food. Before I knew it, piles of food were splayed out in front of me, making me think of the Harry Potter feasts they had in the movies.
I began to shove my face with food that I could get my hands on, stuffing my cheeks 'till they bulged. I felt something slide around my knee, then something began to stroke the outside of it. I looked down.
Lavi's hand was still on my knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth. I flushed a dark, dark red, and choked on the chicken leg I had begun gnawing on. Lavi turned around to look at me. He slid his hand higher up my thigh, his other hand on my back, patting it.
"You do know how to chew your food, don't you? Unless you want me to do it for you…" He grinned mischievously, making me gag harder.
"N-no wa-ay! Ba-ack off!" I shoved his hands away from, my stomach clenching.
"But, then I can't do the Heimlich maneuver on you!"
"I'd rather die than get touch by you!"
His face looked utterly shocked, before erupting into guffaws. The entire dining room silenced at once, all noises of plates clinking and voices stopped. I could feel the shock in the air, as if it was static rubbing against the hair on my arms.
When he looked at me, his one eye was tearing, and a blush on his cheeks. "Y-You sure are feisty, aren't ya?" He ruffled my hair, still smiling and chuckling a little. I flushed, swatting at his arm.
Slowly, the room filled up with noise, but not as loud as before. People would glance at us, grin, and look away to whisper with their partner once more. What was their problem? I shoved food down my throat, pondering that question. I wasn't surprised when Lavi's hand found its way back on my knee, but I did glare at him warningly, daring him to go any farther up.
I downed five servings of fantastic food before I slumped down in my seat, my stomach too full. Lavi eyed me, before grinning again. My eyelids began to droop as I felt strong arms lift me from my seat, and carry out of the dining room. I could feel eyes on us as we passed, but right now, I was just too stuffed to care. Lavi carried back to his room, barely even jostling me as we walked up the steps.
He placed me carefully on his large bed, pulling the thick, fluffy comforter up to my shoulder. There was a bit of rustling before I felt the area behind me press down, and then another warm body slip in next to me. An arm twined itself around my waist. My back was pulled against a bare chest, making me flush a little.
"Per..verted rabbit…" The last thing I heard before I slipped into unconsciousness was Lavi's chuckling in my ear, his breath tickling my earlobe.
"Allen…Allen, wake up." I stirred, annoyed.
"Go 'way," I groaned, swatting at the source of the voice. I was beyond tirred, my limbs felt like lead as I tried to shift into a much more comfortable position.
"Allen, if you don't wake up, we won't get to see the lake." It was Lavi's voice. I felt my hair be pushed off of my forehead by Lavi's fingers, making a blush creep up to my cheeks. "Ah ha! Faker! You were faking being asleep, weren't you?" I growled in annoyance.
"Go. Away." I spat out each word before rolling over, turning my back to Lavi.
The thick comforter that seemed to hold of my body heat was suddenly ripped away, leaving me bare and cold. I moaned, rolling over, my face meeting something warm, and firm. I cracked my gooey eyes open to a (luckily) clothed thigh.
"Gryaahh!" I cried out, scrambling backwards. Suddenly, I was falling and landed with a thud on the cold, hardwood floor. I groaned, closing my eyes. Why? Why did this always happen to me?
"You alright, Shortstack?" My eyebrow twitched. With a low growl, I leapt up and tackled Lavi back onto the bed. His one eye widened in surprise, before grinning and pinning me down, my arms pressed down above me.
"That, my dear friend, was not a very smart mood. Remember that I know where your tickle spots are." Panic rose into my chest. I wiggled feebly as his free hand began to travel south to my stomach.
"W-wait! You can't tickle me!" Lavi's eyebrows rose. "Oh, and why not?"
"B-because…I-I'll sue you for rape!" Grrreat. Great comeback, Allen.
"Pfft, like you could afford a lawer."
"I could! I could get a job!"
"Who would want to hire a midget like you, huh?"
"A kind person, unlike you!"
"Oh, that hurt, Allen."
"Oh, shut up." With that, I shoved him off of me, and strode off into the bathroom, fuming. Who did he think he was anyways? So what if he owned this house? Well, he did kind of own me. But I was a human being also! This was slavery, and I was pretty sure there was a law against that.
I tugged off my gloves, and tossed them down on the counter of the sink. The maids had actual created all of my clothes after taking my measurements. I was glad too, since I didn't have to where that ridiculously long shirt ever again. Not that Lavi never begged me to though.
Sighing, I turned the tap on. I splashed cold, refreshing water on my face, ignoring the scratchy feeling that my deformed gave me. I could feel a headache beginning to ebb at the back of my brain. Bet you won't guess who caused.
I pulled my gloves back on, and went back into Lavi's room, only to bump into his chest. What was he doing right outside the door, waiting for a confession or something? He looked down at me, all playfulness gone from his face and one eye. Something had driven all of it away. One emotion, and was that…was that lust?
My constricted and a blush coated my face as I ducked out and around Lavi quickly. What was with this guy? I only knew this guy for a few days, and he looked like he was already picturing me doing…doing…
Whatever. Like I would ever do anything his sick mind could conjure up.
Waahh! I wish I could write longer chapters, but I keep getting these PM's about hurrying up, and how I was killing people with the wait! I'm so sorry! I'll try my hardest to make the updates much more frequent!
