Chapter 4
Okay, so the main area is hobo paradise, but the bathroom is like rich kid homey? Um, like, what the hell, dude? Seriously, I mean, the hobo area was concrete floors and walls. The bathroom? Like any other effin bathroom with tiles and all. Gold lined the mirrors and the cabnets and so on. (Dude, mix the rooms much? Or was the room pimped out by one of them new hot TV shows?)
Shaking my head off the look, I did my buisness and rummaged for a towel. Um... I don't wanna know, I thought silently, tossing a bag of some goey mess that smelled like hardcore BO.
After the search for a towel, I got in the shower. The warm water washed over my skin easily and comfortably. Whispering with joy that I was free and with some majorly hot guy, I practically danced through my shower, but my mind kept drifting to Dimitri and how unreal he was. For all I knew, I could be dreaming about running away and meeting a sexy guy. I could be asleep back at home, minutes from waking up to another retched day. For all I knew, I could be heaven and not truly know how I died.
Scary thought as that was, I knew without a doubt that I was wide awake. Especially since the wave of invasion passed over me and I was in that hobo-like area again.
It took me a moment to figure what was going on and then I realized that I was just in the shower. I had to be naked. So, like any other girl being naked in public and not liking it, I screamed like I was being shot at, and I may of well have been.
Then I was back in the shower, terrified and freaked out of my mind. (Heh, out of my mind. ) Scurring out of the shower as quick as I could, I dressed and nearly ran over Dimitri on my way out of the bathroom. Even with his smexy body pressed up against me, my mind was focused on getting the hell out of there, following that gut feeling I got from that first god forsaken invasion of privacy. I wished I was dead. I wished I was dreaming. I wished I was anywhere but here. This guy may be the most hottest guy in this universe, but he was filled with the most outlandish things, especially these woods....
The woods.
Maybe it was the woods and not Dimitri. Maybe I'm blaming it on him because he gave me the willies and...
Oh, my god! I'm pressed up against him!
I stood there, mind blank, pressed up to him and his now bare chest. Uh... not to complain, but where did your shirt go...? And, um, dude... ZIP THAT UP! I may have wanted to do it, but you seem kind of like a perverted stalker if you were by the door half undressed. Oh, my god. He smells good... Heavenly. Man, I must be in heaven.
Earth to Tamsin. Please come back to mother ship. I repeat. Please come back to mother ship.
Awkwardly, I pushed him away, trying to hide my blushing and to not seem like a little school girl falling head over heels for a really hot guy. Even if I am acting like a little school girl on the inside. (Don't need to tell him that though, now do we?)
"Dude, what the hell? Stalker much?" I growled in what I hoped was convicing tone. Dimitri gazed away, letting the shadows cover his face. Damn. I wonder if he's blushing now. Hmm, he'd probably look even sexier blushing. How jeez, shut up, I grumbled to myself in my mind.
Regaining his obviously lost speech, Dimitri said, "I'm so not a stalker, kid. Besides, you're flat chested anyways." Okay, smexy guy or not, he was sure damn annoying. Plus, I am not flat chested. It's all hidden under this puffy jacket.... somewhat puffy jacket... okay, I'm flat chested. Fine. Whatever.
I flipped him off and stormed down the hallway, making a beeline to the exit. Dimitri jogged after me as if in a romantic movie I was the one walking away and he didn't want me to go. Bummer that movies were made up stuff. I so wouldn't mind some lip action, even if this place gives me the creeps. Just as I reached the end of the hallway, he stepped around me, putting his hand on the walls on either side of my head, pushing me up against the wall. My mind went haywire just from the brush of his skin. Oh, man, I could so feel those abs against my stomach... Damn, he's so hypnotizing me.
Dark, inky blue eyes stared into my own jade green eyes. I felt caught beneath that penatrating gaze, so vulnarable and weak. His breath was warm against my parted mouth and god forbid, I thought he was about to kiss me. Instead, he asked, "Who are you really? Why do you do this to me? Why bring the pain back?"
