Do I want to know? - Arctic Monkeys
I shot up, waiting for another sound to come ringing in. I had woken up to what seemed to be loud music.
I shuddered as the music bounced against my walls. I got up, pulling the duvet away from me.
Tip-toeing to the door, I listened to the door creek and stepped out. I silently trecked through the corridors, the music getting louder and louder each time.
Holding the doorknob, I twisted it causing it to slam open.
"Agatha!" He yelled, getting up from his seat and burning out the cigarette. I stared in disbelief, turning back to close the door.
"No-no, wait!" He took me by the hand pulling me back. I cringed as the smell of cigarette bombarded my nostrils.
"You're breath smells of cigarette." I sighed, unable to look at him in the face. It was shocking to know he gambled, but to smoke too?
"Right..." He stared at me, pushing my face to meet his own. "Hey!" I cried, swatting his hands away.
"Agatha, listen to me." He groaned, quite frustrated. "No!" I struggled away from his grip and turned around, but somehow I found myself back in his arms again.
"Stay with me, tonight." He said simply as my face scorched red. "No." I hesitated. "But it will be fun..." He chuckled, holding my chin up to face him.
"Tedros, no!" I sighed, swatting him away once again. "Aggie, yes." I gasped as the words 'Aggie' slipped out of his tongue. He never called me that, not even once.
He pulled me towards him so that we were now inches away from each other. "Are you sure about this?" I questioned, moving back each second.
He noticed this and held the back of my head with his hands. "I'm positively, absolutely, amazingly sure."
I closed my eyes as another scent was sent into my face. I pouted, running my fingers through my hair. "Tedros, you need to sleep."
"No, I don't. I'm alive! Alive as a...a...a jellybean."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, but it soon faded as I remembered his recklessness.
He leaned in to kiss me, but I dodged, causing him to growl. "Why'd you do that for?" He asked, still looking at the position I used to be in.
"Because I'm not kissing your drunk ass." I answered, sneaking towards the door. "Aggie, I don't get drunk. Ever."
"Well your drunk now." I exclaimed, hands in the air. "Get into bed, now."
"Aggie, don't tell me what to do." He said, blowing on his cigarette. "But what if I just did?" I questioned, challenging him.
"Well then I'll teach you a lesson." He stared at me, grinning at me. This grin wasn't the same though, it reminded me of someone, when that person was in the dark, in the wrong and needed help.
He reminded me of Sophie.
He got up, walking towards me again. He took a strand of my hair, curling it around. "You've been a very bad girl, Aggie."
"A very, very bad girl." He continued, caressing my cheeks. I flinched, pushing him off. "Get off me, you freak!" I cried.
"Lesson number one," He took me by the wrists. "Always listen to your leader!" He pushed me, causing me to fall onto the ground.
I groaned, rubbing my back. He was now in front of me, a gun in his hands. I gasped, shielding my face.
After what seemed like hours, I uncovered my face, gasping as my eyes drifted to the gun in front of me.
"Kiss the gun, Agatha." He pestered. "Kiss it." I hesitated, pushing my lips onto the gun. I shuddered as I felt the cold metal freeze my lips.
"Lick it." I held myself back, not wanting to do anything more. "Lick it!" He demanded, playing with the trigger.
I held my tongue out, pressing gently on the metal. "Now lick..." I closed my eyes as I found my tongue slowly making its way from the bottom to the top.
"Lesson two," He breathed out, causing me to cringe once again. "Learn to love your master." I wanted to speak out and shame him, but the gun was already intimidating me.
"Hug me." I hesitated before wrapping my arms around him. I sighed, shaming myself as I felt comfort in his arms.
I pressed my lips together, thinking about how this must have felt for him. "Agatha, let go." I got up, walking towards the door. He followed, causing me to groan.
"You made me lick a gun!" I cried, turning the knob on the door. "I know and it was sexy." He chuckled dryly, causing me to growl.
"Stop being a pervert and let me go!" I groaned, hands on my hips. "But your not done yet," He pushed me to the door, now inches away from me, like always.
"Kiss me." He said. I forrowed my eyebrows, hands in the air before I opened the door and stormed out.
"What is wrong with you? You're twisted." I exclaimed, walking down the corridor.
He groaned, opening the door again and storming for me. "Because I deserve it!" I looked at him, my eyes softening.
"You can't force me, Tedros. You can't. When the time is right, okay." I watched his face fall as he turned around, mumbling words to himself as he chugged down a Guinness can.
I turned around, feeling my eyes water. I did, I wanted to, but not like this. Not when I could just take advantage of him like that.
He probably doesn't even want me and is too high on whatever he was smoking and drinking. He's over me and that's that.
I walked back into my room, closing the door behind me.
"He made you lick a gun?" Oliver burst out laughing as he listened to me explain my little scenario at around three in the morning.
I hardly got any sleep for his music was too loud. "Does he do this everyday? Drink and...smoke?"
"Tedros is quite the drinker," He sighed, staring at me. "He says it makes him feel whole."
I sighed, feeling my eyes water once again. "Every night?" I asked. He nodded. "Every night."
"When does he wake?" I asked. "In the afternoon. Around ten in the morning, but he's often sick do ends up coming down at one." I nodded. "You know that's not safe. Why haven't you stopped him."
"I have," he defended. "Last year I signed him up for therapy and AA, but then he dropped out of both of them."
I sighed. "Agatha, just leave him. You jut learn to accept that he needs it to keep alive."
"But-but- that's stupid. He will die!" Oliver stared at me, swallowing his energy drink. "He can die." I corrected.
"I can't help you with whatever sceme you have up your sleeve. I'm his best mate."
"If you were his best mate, you'd help me. He needs to stop." I noted, causing him to sigh.
"I'll think about it, Agatha. Don't tell him I said anything." He shot back, kneeling near the counter.
Sorry for the two day delay, my class and I went to Boulogne!
How did you like this chapter? Was it too...lovey-dovey for your liking or was it just right? (Goldilocks style)