Bad Boy's Girl

Chapter 5

I walk into my apartment, feeling tired as per usual, my keys jingling with every step I take and from inside my apartment, I hear two male voices.

I open the door to see Damon and another guy around the same age throwing punches at each other in the middle of our living room.

"What is going on?" I ask confused as to why they are fighting.

"Sparing baby" Damon smirks before throwing a right hook.

"Do you have to do it in our living room" I reply and venture around the two sweaty boys with are voicing around, ignoring Damon's nickname for me.

"Where else do you want us to spar?" Damon asks with a smirk on his face.

"Really, I couldn't care less" I tell him and take a banana out of the refrigerator.

"Okay then Matt, let's take this to her bedroom" Damon says and points down the hall.

"Ah. I don't think so" hiss and throw the skin to my banana in the trash.

"See, you do care" He winks and the two of them begin trying to hit each other again.

I sit on the stone counter top and watch the two; hopefully Matt will get a hit in for me. Damon really does need a punch in the face, even though he got one of those the other night.

The bruise around his eye is quickly healing up, and it is hardly even noticeable anymore. Why does he want to go and get a new one?

"What are you's sparing for?" I ask, actually curious.

Matt goes to say something, but Damon gives him a warning look and then he just shrugs and continues.

I am expected to live with Damon, and he can't even tell me why there are two boys fighting in my apartment, great trust we have here.

"Can you please wrap it up for today? Maybe continue this when I am at work. This is getting boring" I groan when no one even hits each other, they are both throwing the punches, but neither of them is taking one, and I am disappointed.

"All you do is complain isn't it" Damon moans, turning to look at me once him and Matt stop.

"Yup" I fake a smile and watch Matt and Damon do a man hug thing before Damon lets Matt use our shower.

"So, can you tell me what you's are practicing for?" I ask, swinging my legs over the side of the counter.

"It's none of your business" Damon states harshly.

"Loving this trust" I spit sarcastically.

"When did I ever say I trusted you?" Damon laughs mockingly.

"We live together, we are going to have to learn to trust each other" I growl and jump offs the counter.

"Baby, you will never be able to trust me" he whispers wickedly, getting close and looking down at me.

I push past him and storm to my bedroom, slamming my door behind me.

How can one single person make one so angry, all I wanted to know is why he was sparing, and he can't even tell me that.

I wonder if he had many friends, with my experience of him, I would think not, but you never know, his cockiness may attract people somehow.

"Hey, are you okay?" I hear someone come into my bedroom, and it is not Damon, so my guess it has to be Matt.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I mumble and cross my legs underneath me.

"You really don't like him do you?" Matt chuckle and sits beside me.

"Completely not" I scoff.

"He isn't that bad, he just has his days" he tells me.

"His day's seemed like everyday" I laugh, looking over to the black haired boy.

"He can a bit hard to handle" Matt smiles.

"Matt! Get your ass out here" Damon calls from the kitchen.

"I guess I gotta go." Matt says, standing from my bed. "Cya"

I get off my bed and follow him out to the kitchen, where Damon is waiting impatiently.

"Don't get your d**k in a bundle Damon. He was just talking to me" I defend and stand out beside Matt.

"Why would I care?" he asks and jingles his keys in his hand. "I'm taking him home"

"Get out" I say angrily.

"Was planning on it" he grumbles to me.

I roll my eyes to him and retreat back to my bedroom, waiting for him to leave. Once he leaves I can get some piece. I wish I could just lock him out, but he does have a key, so that plan couldn't work.

The door to our apartment closes, I wait a couple of minutes before coming out of my room. Once the cost it clear of Damon, I switch on the TV and put on my favourite movie; Grease. This movie always puts me in a good mood, how can it not with John Travolta starring.

I relax back on the couch, forgetting Damon for a bit, focusing on the movie and nothing else.

"What is this s**t?" Damon's voice brings me out of my sleep.

"What?" I ask, sitting up on the lounge.

"What are you watching?" he asks.

"Clearly I wasn't watching anything but the back of my eyelids" I yarn and rub my eyes with my hand.

"Smartass, I mean on the TV" he chuckles and sits down on the couch.

"You are kidding right?" I ask, dumbfound. How can one not have watched Grease?

"No?" he says confused.

"You have not seen Grease" I ask again, just to make sure.

He shakes his head and looks at me like he hasn't done anything wrong.

"Okay. You are watching it" I state and take the movie back to the beginning. "Prepare for the best movie of your life" I say happily.

"Yippee" he says flatly.

He won't have that attitude once he is finished watching this.

***

"That has to be the worst movie I have ever watched" Damon says as the car drives into the sky.

"What! That is my favourite movie of all time" I protest.

"You clearly haven't watched any good movies" he chuckles, putting his arm over the top of the lounge.

"I just showed you one" I raise an eyebrow to the boy across from me.

"No you didn't" he tells me and jumps off the lounge and walks to his room.

I look back at the direction he left, confused as to why he just left in the middle of our conversation.

Damon comes running back into the lounge room holding a movie in hand.

"This is a great movie" He says holding up a DVD case, reading; Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

"Are you kidding me?" I ask, this is a children's movie.

"This one is cool, came out this year" he says, trying to convince me.

"Yeah yeah" I laugh as he puts the DVD in, shaking his butt as he leans down.

"So, what are you making me for dinner?" I ask, relaxing back on the lounge.

"Who said I was cooking, you are the..." He says before I cut him off.

"If you want to keep your nuts, you will not finish that sentence" I warn.

"Pizza?" he asks, deciding to take the better option.

"Sure" I smile; at least I don't have to move now.

"Hawaiian?" he ask, putting his phone up to his ear.

I nod and look back to the TV as it gets to the menu for the movie.

I decide that I may as well get into my Pj's before the pizza gets here and we start the movie.

I strip out of my clothes and throw them into the clothing hamper before turning on the hot water, waiting for the water to heat up.

The door to the bathroom flies open and Damon walks in calmly.

"Damon get out" I hiss, pulling the closest towel to cover my body.

"I need to piss" he states, not caring about the fact that I am naked.

"I don't care, I am in here, if you can't tell by the fact that the shower is on, AND I AM NAKED" I hiss as Damon stands by the toilet.

"Fine" he groans and leaves the bathroom, I make sure I lock it behind him this time.

After I finish my shower, I leave the fogy room and make my way back to the living room.

"Bathrooms all yours" I groan and drop down onto the lounge will Damon goes to do his business.

Just as the doorbell rings, Damon comes out with his wallet and greets the pizza man.

"Thanks" Damon says and closes the door, raising the pizza triumphantly before placing it on the coffee table in front of us.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks excitedly.

"Ready" I laugh at his enthusiasm.