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Chapter 3: Beautifully Exceptional
Theme Song: Bruno Mars: Just The Way You Are and Christina Grimmie: Ugly
A few weeks later after my small incident with Slade, we started to get along better, despite our constant bickering, that is. "How in the world do you ever expect to get a girlfriend if all you do is insult her?" "I did not insult you." "You said my butt looked fat in those jeans!" I stood before him with my hands on my hips while he sat on the couch with his head in his hands. "Because you asked!" "That didn't mean I wanted the truth. Has no one ever told you to lie when a girl asks you that. Damn!" "Who said I ever wanted a girlfriend?" I flopped onto his lap. "I did. And you're going to get one instead of sitting here like some lump on a log. I will personally drag you out of this house if I have to." With a disgusted look on his face, he pushed me off his lap and protested, "I'm perfectly fine with being alone." I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, I bet you haven't gotten laid in years."
He got up and traveled down the hall to his bedroom. "I am not having this conversation with you." "Too late, I've already started it!" I yelled and ran down the hall after him. He tried to slam his bedroom door in my face, but I stuck my foot in the door. "Come on, Slade. What are you so afraid of? I mean, with your body anyone would just die to go out with you. It's like…" I stood back to admire the outline of his chiseled abs and delicious muscled arms. "Damn," I breathed, "you could make a gay man go straight.". All of a sudden my legs felt like noodles. I walked up to him and placed my hand on his abdomen. "It's just…2, 4, 6, 8. Oh Jesus, he has 8! And those arms…" "Tempt." I jumped back, startled.
"What?" "I've been calling you for the past five minutes. What were you saying that had you groping me incessantly?" I looked into the eyes of his mask. I mean, I really looked into the depths of them and for a second I thought I saw a sliver of striking baby blues. "Slade," I whispered and slowly brought my hands up to his mask. "Let me see your face." He hurriedly stepped back. "No." "What? Why?" I reached for his mask again. "I don't let anyone see my face." He turned around to look in the mirror. I put my hand on his shoulder squeezed. "Come on, I'm sure it's not that bad. You've got the body like Adonis. There's no way you can't have the face of a Greek god." I walked around to stand in front of him. He made no effort to stop me from pulling off his mask.
I grasped the edges of his mask and slowly slipped it off. I gasped when I saw his face. "Slade," I murmured. He started to take the mask from my hands, but I moved it out of his reach. "I know; ghastly." I put the mask on the dresser and felt the raised ridges on his face. "Not at all. I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen." Once I said that, a silence started to loom over us, with me still holding his face and looking into his eyes. Blushing, I stepped back and cleared my throat. "So, like I said, anyone would be lucky to go out with you. You just need to get out there. How about we take a break from the whole villain thing and go out? Maybe to a club?"
"Why would I want to do that?" Giving him a pouty glare, I slapped him on the arm. "Because I said so and I'm tired of seeing you walk around brooding." He started to walk out of the room, agitated. "I don't brood." "Oh really?" I exclaimed, following him to his 'cave' where all of his cameras and televisions were for spying on the city and the Teen Titans. "Then what do you call sitting in a dark room staring at nothing but a wall? Unless you were in there getting freaky with yourself I don't see much else you could be doing!" Slade whirled around to face me. "It is none of your business what I do in my free time. If I want to brood, I can brood." I shook my head as if to clear out everything he had just said. "You're so pitiful. I'd swear you were gay if I hadn't found those pictures on your laptop."
The eyeholes in his mask widened. "You what?" I pretended like I was talking to a baby and repeated it for him slowly. "I found dirty pictures on your laptop. You didn't think I wouldn't find them did you? I mean, really, Slade, someone like you should know better than to put 'downwiththetitans' as your password. It's one of the easiest things to guess." "Stay out of my room and off of my laptop!" He turned to walk away and like a child, I mimicked him behind his back. Little did I know that he had turned back around and caught me. "Stop that," he said and continued on his way down to the 'cave', leaving me pouting in the middle of the hall.
Well I hope everyone liked that. I've been kind of busy and so far only people from the US, Canada, and Norway have checked it. If you don't mind, please tell people about it and give me something to read. I'm bored and that's what plenty of bored people do. :|