I eventually took a shower; after shouting at the door for a good five minutes, and it was worth it. Mornings aren't my best moments, so it was good for me to let off some steam, and having to stay with a criminal (or ex-criminal, whatever) was the perfect excuse for just that.
I made sure to take my baseball bat with me into the shower, you know, just in case. And I kept it with me as I ate my bacon, with the bat on the island where I could grab it very quickly.
He was sitting in the living room, texting or some shit, and in a sleeveless black shirt and grey sweatpants. I have to admit, he seemed too laid back for someone plotting to kill me, but one can never be too sure.
It was easy to see him while standing in the kitchen because the kitchen door was open and led straight there.
Slowly stirring my coffee, I kept my eyes on him, wary of any sudden moves. I watched eargerly as he scratched his chin... then rolled his eyes at the screen... then he snorted... then started biting his nails, then his lips... why are they so--
"Your are spooking me, boy."
I hiccuped, then cleared my throat, quickly zooming out of his face. I muttered, "You're a criminal, I gotta keep my eye on you anyway."
"Oh, so that excuses you ogling at me?" He sneered with a mocking smirk that matched his everything and made my breath hitch.
How did he even hear me from there? I talked in such a low voice...
"I-I wasn't ogling, more like observing a tragedy incarnate."
He snorted, then crossed his legs on the sofa. "Little boy, you're lucky that you're the old man's son or you wouldn't be in one piece right now."
"I'm not."
"Say again?" he perked up an eyebrow.
"I'm not Chief's son, he's my legal guardian."
"So, your parents are..."
"Gone. And don't pity me, it's been years."
"Huh." He didn't say anything else but went back to tapping on his phone.
I finished my coffee and went back to staring; as much as I hated to admit it, he was hot; pure drool-worthy eye candy, but I was all business. No way I'm letting some hooligan bias me with his looks--oh my God the way he bits his bottom lip is so hot.
"Aren't you going to school today? I'm flattered, but won't you get bored just staring for 24 hours?"
"Someone's picking me up. I'm not staring, th-there's just.. not much else to look at, and you are a criminal."
"I was a criminal... Ivanovic?"
"Huh, what?"
"That's your surname, isn't it?"
"How do you -"
"It's not the same as the old man's. Why's that?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
"Don't worry, I got no suspicious reasons." He said with an innocent flutter of his eyelashes.
I squinted at him, not buying it. "Sounds pretty suspicious to me,"
"Tell me or I just might harass you for answers."
Whatever, it's not like telling him us going to kill me anyways. I got nothing to lose. "I didn't use Chief's name, I used my dad's. He was Russian and his first name was Ivan."
He sat up, "Ivan with striped black and white hair and a crazy obsession with cartoons?"
I honestly barely remembered how my dad looked like, but his wacky personality and commitment to kids' shows could not be ignored. It was a very important point when talking about my father.
I was standing next to the couch in less than a second. "H-how do you know him? "
The big, sneaky grin that spread his lips just made me want to smack him. "Wouldn't you like to know? "
"Why else would I ask?! You bastard! Answer me!" Grabbing a pillow from the couch I bonked his head, hard, about a good 5 times before a knock came on the door.
He didn't bother waiting for an answer before barging in. "15 minutes to 8, Loess. Come on - -" His eyes drank in the awkward scene before him. My hands frozen in the air a few inches away from hitting the bastard's head with the hard pillow again.
"Morning," I greeted with a too-bright smile, hitting his head one more time before he snatched the pillow from my hands with a growl.
Taurus said, "Yeah, I'm not going to ask questions, and you better be ready Loess."
I huffed, frustrated because he was treating me like a child. "I am,"
"I can see your books scattered all over the kitchen island."
Mica snorted, "Busted."
I rolled my eyes at him as Taurus went into the kitchen to grab my books and bag. "Shut up,"
Before I stepped out of the house, I passed him a glare. "I'll be back,"
"Can't wait."
"You better not cause any trouble while I'm out."
"Cause trouble? Me? Never." He smiled sweetly, like he didn't burn down a Clan house with people in it.
And I couldn't help but think he looked adorable too.