Chapter 8: Suspecting vs. Catching
I sat down at the edge of the bed and sighed, lying back and staring at the dull ceiling. I hadn't expected that Roy would welcome me as warmly as he did, but then again we were pretty similar in personality. Soft to the touch, but hard to the core. Unfortunately Dinah didn't believe me when I told her that soft-hard thing, but she'd find out soon enough, or at least Roy and I hoped.
"You'll get use to the luxury of living in a home like this." I heard. I sat up and glared at the door, seeing Roy in his signature red fleece pajama pants and a white undershirt.
"Are you implying something, Red?" I smiled, thinking that his nickname matched him word for word. Roy glared at me and stepped into the room.
"You tell me." He said. I laughed.
"I'll tell you what, leave me alone and I'll take it easier on you in the ring." I said, not wanting any company. It wasn't that I was sick of seeing Roy, although it was coming towards that point even though I had barely seen him less than five times, but more of my gut feeling that I really needed the security at that moment.
"And if I don't?" Roy said, raising a brow. I smiled.
"Then you're life will turn into a living hell, in the ring...and at home."
"Wow, threatening me already? You must be desperate to keep yourself off of me."
"You think to highly of yourself, and if that was the case, there would be no desperation."
"Really? So you find me attractive?" Roy raised a brow, smiling and me. I laughed.
"In your dreams, Red, in your dreams."
"In my dreams? I think it would be your dreams that think of this body."
"Or maybe it's yours that thinks about all the things it could do to itself." I said, smiling and Roy's shocked face. If he wanted to argue, I'd argue, but if he wanted to start a stupid conversation like he was doing at that moment, what better way to end it than give him the unexpected? Not sex, though, definately not sex. That would be the last thing I'd think about.
"You really are hard to the core, aren't you?" Roy said, his face confusing me.
"Well, you took a long time to figure that out, didn't you?" I said. Roy frowned.
"It's not everyday that I end up getting guests that are going to stay for the rest of their lives." He said. I glared at him.
"Who says that I'm going to stay here my whole life?" I said. Roy laughed.
"Well, you obviously have no money by the look of your belongings, you suddenly appear out of no where with Dinah, and your suspiciously good at combat. I'd say that you have no where to go and one thing set on you mind."
"And what would that be?" Roy walked up close to me and I felt his breath on my face. I looked into his eyes and glared as he gave me a pissed off look.
"Whatever you're planning to do, it's not going to work. So I suggest that you leave town before I hurt you. You're not getting anything, not any object, not any person, nothing. So be aware that whatever you're trying to get at, I'm going to be there every step of the way, and I'm not helping you. I'm catching you." Roy walked out of my room and I smiled once he was out of view. I laughed.
"Supspecting me is one thing, catching me is another."