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Cute Boring Love
"Look at you two; you look like a couple of wet baby chickens that lost their way from mother hen. If you would only listen to me more often this wouldn't have happened… Oh but man; I really wish I had my camera right now because this is definitely worth taking a picture"
After listening to Drew's words and then his boisterous laughter I purse my lips and look out the window. I'm not amused, this is not amusing and if he happens to look my way he will see in my face how unfunny he is being.
One look at my face and what he'll notice is that I'm mad, like really, really mad.
It's not only that I'm drenched to the bone or that my clothes are uncomfortably sticking to my skin, it's not even that I can feel water pooled inside my boots or that the drops of water running down my back are annoying me.
It's way more than that.
Sure, I don't like being all wet, but the real reason I can feel my blood boiling to the point of evaporation while it runs through my veins is the man sitting in the passenger's seat right in front of me. He's the reason I'm all mad and wet and I have to restrain the urge of reaching forward to strangle him with his seatbelt.
I mean who the hell does he think he is? He can't go ahead and force a kiss on me like it's the most natural thing in the world. I never gave him the trust or even the sightless signal that I was interested in a kiss from him, so that he went ahead to do what he did was way out of line.
Now, I don't know what kind of woman he thinks I am but I'm not one that he can… kiss and whatever. He has no right to kiss me… I need to tell him that, oh yes I will!
"Stupid ass" I grumble under my breath, grinding hard on my own seatbelt and taking a sideways glance at him. I'm really mad…
"Are you okay Kiddo, you look like you want to kill that seatbelt" I change my gaze to Drew, he looked at me for a few seconds before going back to stare at the road ahead of him.
"I'm just mad" I say, loud enough so that Punk can hear, I don't want him to get the impression that I enjoyed his assault; I would even call him up front but Drew is here and I don't want to drag him into this.
"Don't be mad, it's just water" Drew says sympathetically without taking his eyes off the road.
"Some people get riled up for the slightness things" This is Punk talking for the first time since we got into the car, while he speaks he turns in his seat so that he can take a look at me. More than a look is a very blatant stare down, and when he's done he arches an eyebrow and goes on. "Trust me, it was nothing"
I blink one time, two times and then Punk turns back around. I was going to reply to him but I'm actually speechless, the stupid son of a…
"See, Pops here is the one with the rotten humor and he's not mad. A little rain is not big deal, in fact, in some parts of the world people willingly go outside when it's raining, it brings luck"
From my place in the backseat I hear Punk snorting, I can also see that he's taking out his IPod. He doesn't go anywhere without it and once he puts it on it's like he's not even here…
"You are right, besides it was not the best rain I've been to, it was lame and I don't think it will bring me any luck at all"
With that said I go back to stare out the window, I know that Punk gave me one last look because I could see him with the corner of my eye. Let him do whatever he wants to do, I don't care.
He is right, it was nothing and I can erase it from my memory in no time. In fact, I already forgot about it! Kiss, what kiss? Screw him…
I can't believe I wasted precious minutes of my life being mad for a stupid kiss. Oh but know this, if he ever attempts another one I'll show him what a mad Serena can do. He won't have the desire of kissing anyone in a long time.
The rest of the ride was made in awkward silence, not even Drew was speaking. Maybe he picked up the hostility in the air and decided to keep his mouth shut.
It was better that way; I'm not in the mood for idle talk anyway.
When we make it to the hotel we all get out of the car, get our stuff and head inside. Drew was the one who made the reservation because he says Punks always forgets to do it and me… well, on the few occasions we hit the road together they don't rely on me for anything. So as he goes and checks in I just wait in a corner of the lobby, doing my best to ignore the six foot tattooed man leaning against the wall behind me.
Once Drew is done we head to our rooms, he and Punk are sharing and I have my own. Now, my room happens to be right besides theirs. I don't care, I just want to get there, get out of these wet clothes and take a shower.
While we make our way there I completely ignore Punk, that's part of my plan and I'll stick to it, because if I don't I'll get mad once again and I'll tell him a thing or two…
So we get there and still no words, I just open the door, get in and close it shut. No more Punk until tomorrow, maybe by then I'll be more calmed about the whole thing.
Trying to put everything behind me and out of my mind, I put my things by the bed and letting out a deep sigh I do what I've been wanting to do for a long time now, I take off my boots. Just like I knew, they have water in them so grabbing them I take them into the bathroom so I could dispose of the water.
I don't pay much attention to my surroundings and just focus on the boots and the water… that's when I hear a door opening and I quickly look up to see none other than Punk getting into my bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I snap, feeling my anger start to build up once again.
He raises an eyebrow, takes a quick look at me and then puts a towel and a bunch of clothes by the sink. "I'm going to take a shower" He says, plain and simple.
Before saying anything else I take a look at the door he just came from, it's open and I can see a room, his and Drew's room… damn adjacent rooms! I would kill Drew if I could!
I shake my head… no, no, no. I won't kill anyone, I just need to calm down, it's no big deal. Resting my back against the bathroom sink I cross my arms up to my chest. "I got here first, so get out"
Punk shakes his head just like I did, his eyes sparkling and I know this is amusing him. "I have my things here, you don't"
"I don't care, I got here first so you need to get out so I can take a shower, then you can do whatever it is that you are going to do"
"I'm not leaving"
"Me neither" I respond, I don't have to leave, I got here first.
He shrugs and goes to take off his shirt. He tossed it aside and I blink a few times, is he going to take a shower with me here? Nah, he just thinks I'll get uncomfortable enough to leave the room.
But that's not going to happen, I don't back down. Taking a deep breath and lift my head to him. "You know, a lot of people would find it hard to believe that you actually shower"
"And you are just dying to see it happen, aren't you?" He says with a smile and taking a few steps in my direction.
Somehow this feels like déjà vu, because before I could know what's going on he is once again way too close to me and once again I don't have anywhere to back off… "Hardly" I say, my eyes locking up with his as he gets closer and closer…
My mind is telling me that this is the moment to kick him and punch him and show him that I'm no woman to mess up with, I may be young but that doesn't mean I'm naïve…
But my body is frozen and I can't make it move, I just stay put while he leans into me and his now naked chest brushes against me.
His eyes are fixed in mine and then they lower to my lips. He is so close… and when I feel his breathing on my face I can't tell if it's happening for real or if it's a memory… "Serena…" He says, his lips curling into a smile. "I need to my towel" After saying that he extends his arm, getting a bit closer… but he just reaches for the towel, takes it and then he is backing away, the smile still on his face.
I'm sure I'm blushing and I feel like getting the hell out of here, I honestly thought he was going to kiss me… and I just stood there!
"So do you still hate me?" He asks, smirking…
I arch an eyebrow, trying to get back to my senses. "You know what?" I start to say, but no words come out of my mouth. It doesn't matter, I take a few steps towards him because I really want to tell him off, he's an ass and yes I hate him…
But while I was on my way to tell him all that he grabs me by the back of my head and pulls me to him, this time he does kiss me, again!
I mumble a protest against his lips and try to push him away, but my hands are unable to make him bulk an inch. This is no good, he can't do this, not again.
While I struggle his other hand goes to my lower back to pull me even closer, securing me against him and making it hard for me to get away.
I'm really trying to put resistance, but then he forces my lips apart and invades me, sliding his tongue in and drowning whatever protest I could make. I gasp, my hands resting at his sides for one last try… but then it's done, I kiss him back…
I kiss him, even when I know we are not supposed to do this; I don't even like him… I once did but his attitude made me dislike him. But the way he is kissing me and holding me makes it very hard to pull away…
As the kiss gets more heated and intense he starts to push me backwards, taking the steps with me without breaking away. His hand slides down a bit and for a second it rest on my behind, but then he breaks the kiss, takes his hands away from me and closes the door…
I gasp in disbelieve, because as I stare at the closed door it comes to me that he walked me back into my room, and once I was here he stopped kissing me, got into the bathroom and closed the door, he closed the door on me!
He did all that to get me out of the damn bathroom and I fell for it like a stupid little…
I lift my hand to the door handle, meaning to open the door and take my rising anger on him, but the door is locked from the other side.
God I hate him, I really do.