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CHAPTER 56

Okay, I don’t think there is anything more awkward than using a shower at someone else’s house, especially one that belongs to someone you dislike very much....

I don’t think I’m very comfortable with doing this.

However, the violent shivers that are running through my body tell me otherwise....

I am in desperate need of a hot shower, before I catch Pneumonia or something, even if it’s in the house of a jerkass...

“Shot gun this bathroom!” Charlie shouts before rushing towards the nearest bathroom, just opposite the stairs...

I roll my eyes with a slight smirk “Alright then...” I mumble out, seeing Charlie giving me one last cheeky grin and a wink, before closing the door of the bathroom and disappearing...

With a sigh, I hug myself tighter, a shiver going through me again and carry on up to the next level of this enormous house...finding the next bathroom.

As on entering, I raise an eyebrow, slightly surprised at how big it is, and how....clean it looks. With shiny white tiles and floor, it’s almost blinding, if it wasn’t for the mats dotted around on the floor, then this bathroom would be too bright.

Shutting the door slowly, I lock it after me, out habit as I do it at home, do not want any sudden appearances of people coming in.....bad experiences have told me to always lock the bathroom door.

Releasing a sigh, I look around the bathroom, seeing what looks to be another door in the wall to the side, properly an airing cupboard or something. See what I mean by awkward?....it’s not your own bathroom so you don’t know where everything is...don’t know what to use...and what not to use, and most of all, it doesn’t feel comfortable to do so.

But, like I said, it’s either this – showering in someone’s shower that you would prefer not to – or catching a serious illness and possibly dying from the coldness.

Okay, maybe a little extravagant....but you get what I mean.

With another sigh, I step towards the shower, a half a circle shape in the corner, with a sliding door across and you could quite possibly fit at least three people in that – not that that’s any real importance...but shows you how big this shower is.

Reaching in, I turn the dial, setting it on hot, and causing the water to come shooting out.

Scanning my eyes around the doors and cupboards, I come across the rack where the towels are kept, and while thinking the obvious, those are used ones, I reach for the cupboard beside it, hoping that my judgment is correct and that I will find what I’m looking for in there.

Opening the door, I smile...aha! towels.

Grabbing a fluffy cream one, that’s clean and no evidence to say that it’s being used, I pull it out, placing it on the counter, before turning back to the now heated shower....

I smile lightly as I can already feel the heat from the water, seeing the steam coming up, I take no time in stripping from my soaked, cold wet clothes, and jumping into the steaming shower....blissful with the hot water now warming my skin.

Oh.....okay, this was worth it.

After my lengthy shower, which I didn’t realise how long I took until I stepped out, I feel much better, and most importantly, I feel warm.

As I dry myself, I freeze as I glance over to my clothes that I hung over the radiator that’s in here, hoping they will dry, but from the looks of them....they don’t look anything but.

Cursing to myself as I dry my legs, what am I going to do now?!

And as if on cue, there’s a light knock at the door, getting my attention and I frown curiously...

Who would be at the door? Oh maybe it’s Charlie.

Wrapping the towel tightly around me, I edge towards the door, the room filled with steam from the shower, all the mirrors misted over, proving just how hot it was.

Grabbing hold of the handle, I hesitantly pull open the door, suddenly feeling all the hot air in here being sucked out, and a rush of cold air being let it...

I shiver, sticking my head at the door, blinking clearing my vision...and frown.

No-one’s there.

Just as I’m about to close the door, irritated that it was obvious some prank, who I have a fair idea who, but I pause as I look down.

Because there in front of the door, is a pile of clean, clothes.

For me?

Looking down the corridor, I don’t see any sight of anyone...and with a little debating with myself, I pick up the pile of clothes, before stepping back into the bathroom, shutting the door once more.

Studying the clothes in my hands, I see that they are boy’s clothes, which isn’t hard to figure out as I practically live in boy’s clothes....but I feud my eyebrows anyhow...

Holding up the shirt I pick up, it’s just a plain black shirt

Something that’s common in my wardrobe at home, except they are black band Tee’s...when this is like that, but plain, with nothing on.

I frown, tilting my head, I know it’s not mine....so who’s is it?

Shaking it off, I decide to change into it, because it looks like I don’t have anything else to where..

So luckily, my underwear is just about dry, because otherwise there will be major issues there, so all I do is pull the black top over my head.

Feeling a little baggy, I shrug, I’m used to baggy clothes.

Next, I pick up the bottoms I instantly frown, knowing that these aren’t what I thought they were.

These are girls bottoms. More specifically, girls sweats.

And there’s only one girl that I know who lives in this house that could possible wear them.

And that’s April.

Groaning, I wrinkle my nose up.....really?....I have to wear her clothes?

Sighing, I swallow, before pulling them on, cringing at the thought of even touching that girls clothes.....

Oh god, this shirt better not belong to her!.....but I do highly doubt that it does.....but..

I shake my head, clear of these thoughts, ooh at least they are dry clothes, black top...and grey cropped sweats....that belong to that girl dating my brother...

I shudder at the thought again, shaking it off and taking in a deep breath, before going over towards the misted mirror.

Wiping of the mist from it, I can see my reflection and I frown, before I sigh. My make-up’s gone, obviously, as I had a shower...and my hair’s flat, and wet....nice.

Grabbing the towel again, I rub at my hair, frizzing it up and drying it the best I can, while combing my fingers through it as I have no brush....

Mehh...this will have to do. I may look like some homeless person, but I can easily just run back home....

Wait!....why didn’t I do that in the first place?! Cut across the garden to back home? Where I could get a hot shower, and my own dry clothes!

Oh....I am so stupid....

Huffing at myself, I pick up my semi dry/still wet clothes from the radiator, before throwing the towel I used into the laundry basket and turn towards the door, wanting to get out of here quick.

Pulling open the door without paying attention, just wanting to leave...I don’t realise where I step into...isn’t the corridor outside.

“Hey! Don’t you knock!?” A very familiar voice calls, causing me to snap my eyes up, them widening as my mouth drops open slightly, not believing where I am...and who’s in here!

“Oh my gosh!” I squeak, eyes still wide as I awkwardly, advert my eyes, attempting to step back into the bathroom “I’m sorry! I thought it was the door!” I groan to myself, shielding my eyes with my arm as I half turn back towards the bathroom, stepping back but bumping into the door....

Oh... my god...I cannot believe I just walked into here!

Oh hell....I don’t think I’m ever going to life this down.....because walking in on someone changing, is not something people forget.

And that person you may ask?

Just so happens to be Noah freaking Dean.

Of course. Who else would it be.

“Well...it is a door!...So you’re not wrong there, Chipmunk” I hear the familiar chuckle of him, as I embarrassedly try to disappear....

Why is he laughing?! Does he just find everything goddamn funny?!

Groaning I shuffle my weight from leg to leg “Can I look now...” I grumble out, knowing that Noah’s certainly not going to let me forget this...

“You may...” He replies with a smirk in voice, before then mumbling something too quiet for me to hear..

“What?” I ask frowning, as I stupidly, uncover my eyes, opening them and looking towards the middle of the room, where he was stood.....

“Oh god!” I shout covering my eyes again as I turn around “You said you were decent!” I cry, groaning and shaking my head, images of what I just saw in my head.

I hear him chuckle again “No...actually you asked if you could look, not if I were decent...” He corrects me smugly “And I replied yes, because....yeah, of course you can look...it was just at your own risk...” I glare, releasing a growl at his smug little cocky answer.

Spinning around annoyed now “You never said that!” I protest, that must have been what he mumbled I think to myself before shouting again and spinning back around “But some god damn clothes on!” I groan/ nearly plead, because he’s been stood there in just his boxers for all this time we are speaking...

“Why?” He drawls teasingly “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“Noah!” I shout/growl at him, not answering that question, and I hear him chuckle

“Okay, okay.....keep your wig on...” He muses chuckling, and I roll my eyes at his comeback, not that he can see, because my back’s facing him.

After a few moments, with hearing the sound of the material of clothes rustling, Noah speaks again.

“There.....I’m decent now..” He mimics my earlier words with a amused chuckle

Uncovering my eyes once again, I have a glare on my face as I turn around, facing an smirk Noah who’s the other side of his room.

“What are you doing?!”

He raises an eyebrow at me “What am I doing?” He asks rhetorically “I think I should be asking you that sweets, after all...you are in my room...” He replies with a devilish smirk/smile.

I just glare at him more, quickly scanning the room, and infact, yes realising I am in his room....

Well...this is a bit awkward....

I shake my head “I told you!....I thought it was the door...” I nearly growl, throwing him a harsh glare...

He smirks, opening his mouth to say something, but I cut him off “the door to the corridor!” I add quickly remember what he said previously...

Noah’s smirk grows, his arms crossing over his chest as he stands wearing some light blue polo shirt and some dark jeans....his posture tall, entrancing....I don’t realise that he’s walking slowly across the floor towards me..... my mind drifting....

“Lexi?” A jolt goes through me as I hear him speak my name, my eyes darting up towards his, as he’s now closer, only a few meters away from me.

“huh?” I mumble, shaking my head lightly to myself..... stop thinking these things!

A smirk shows on his face as he looks at me, then looks me up and down “You look good in my shirt...” I feel my eyes widen slightly at his words, and I look down to the shirt I’m wearing, suddenly having a memory blank at to what I’m wearing...

Oh yeah, of course the black shirt would be his.....who’s else could it really be?

I suddenly feel warmth seeping to my cheeks as I realise I’m wearing his shirt, I’m wearing Noah Dean’s shirt.

Oh gosh..

Clearing my throat, and keeping my eyes casted down I mumble something like “Oh...”

Hearing that chuckle again, causing me to look up, squinting my eyes slightly, he really does find everything funny doesn’t he?

“Anndd...” He drags out, smirk present on his face as he nods towards me “Of course April’s pants...”

Again I look down, to the grey, cropped sweats I’m wearing, again, for some reason...feeling my cheeks heat up... maybe it’s cause I’m too hot now..

But I frown, they are Aprils. Oh how nice.

“Well that’s-“ I start to say as I raise my head, but cut myself short as I feel all breath from my lungs escape through my mouth, as staring directly into my eyes, are those deep dark brown ones, stood right in front of me...is Noah.

When did he get there?!

The words die on my lips as I lock eyes with him, suddenly forgetting everything I was about to say, as I get that feeling again, in the pit of my stomach, butterflies, as I stare into those whirlpool of brown, and flecks of lighter brown, drawing me in...I don’t register myself stepping closer....

God!..what is he doing to me!?

I feel my breathing hitch as Noah raises his hand, gently brushing a strand of wet hair from my cheek, before lightly cupping it....leaning closer, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.

“You know...” He whispers, my eyes still locked to his, I see his flick downwards slightly “I have been waiting to do this since you arrived...” He continues...

A frown slightly forms on my face, confused “Do wha-“ I’m cut off from my question, as a pair of...familiar soft lips press down onto mine, creating that surge of electricity to go through me, for my toes to curl, and all senses...going numb....

Oh my god...it’s happening again!

And I’m allowing it!

Instead of just a quick press of the lips, I feel his lips starting to gently move against mine, the hand placed on my cheek still...and I feel another, snaking around my side....

Allowing my body to relax, I don’t know how...but I find myself kissing back, well that’s if you can even call it kissing, as I don’t really know how....but I just follow what feels right...

Feeling me responding, Noah leans more into the kiss, pressing harder, but still gentle on mine....and I can feel the ever so slight of a smirk....

That’s when I come back to my senses...

I’m kissing Noah! Again!.....after what I saw!.....I’m letting this happen?!

No.

I will not.

Frowning, I stop moving my lips and bringing my hands up, now empty as from the shock of that kiss, I dropped my clothes, and I push against Noah’s chest, pushing him away...

“N-no!” I stutter, a glare forming

“No, no! I won’t let you do this again!” I shout stepping away from him, feeling my throat tightening, a lump forming...

A frown forms on Noah’s face, as I bend down scooping up my clothes I dropped “Let what happen?” He asks in an emotionless tone.

“This!” I snap, pointing between us “like last time!?...remember?!” I shout “I won’t let you just.....just kiss me and then forget it even happened the next day....” I trail off at the end, turning my face away from the eyes of Noah as I sniff, feeling pathetic...

“Lexi...” His voice speaks out in a almost whisper..

“No!” I cut him off turning back around, feeling my eyes filling up with tears, tears I refuse to let go “No....” I say a bit more quieter, my voice wavering “Just leave me alone....”

And with that, I quickly whip my cheek, brushing past him towards the door....

But I don’t make it there...

Grabbing my arm, Noah spins me around, causing me to gasp suddenly surprised by this and I stare back at Noah, his face expressionless, but his eyes penetrating mine, not letting go of my arms..

Gulping, I struggling with him, wanting him to let go “Let. Go.” I grit through my teeth staring down at my arm he’s holding, before flicking them up to him....

Big mistake.

I get pulled back in with those eyes....those eyes, eyes that I could just stare at all day....

I feel his grip loosening on my arm, and his other hand comes up to my cheek again, keeping this eye contact...I feel my heart pounding...

“Lexi....” He whispers, brushing back another strand of hair, causing me to swallow nervously...

“I’m sorry...” he whispers, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against mine “I’m sorry about....that...” He pauses, obviously trying to figure out what to say, but all I can do is concentrate on my increasingly rapid breathing as I stare at his beautiful face...

“I’m sorry...” He repeats, opening his eyes, locking with mine again and striking me again with how gorgeous they are.

Licking my lips, I feel my palms sweating.....not saying a word, afraid I won’t be able too...

“Lex?”.....Oh gosh....I feel a shiver go through me as he says my name

Swallowing again, I open my mouth, staring into those brown orbs.....before speaking, the first thing that comes to my mind...

“What about Melanie?” I breathe out, feeling breathless already. And yeah, bit stupid question...but I want, need to know.

This seems to have taken Noah by surprise, as he blinks, his eyes searching mine....

“She’s nothing...” He replies all seriously, before that common, signature cheeky smirk spreads across his lips and amusement dances in his eyes...

“Why?” He muses teasingly “You jealous?” He grins, his nose brushing mine...

I drop my gaze, feeling a blush seep to my cheeks as I mumble a barely believable “no...” which earns a low chuckle from Noah...

“that’s new...” He muses, obvious noticing the blush on my cheeks, teasingly poking them in which I frown at...

Chuckling again he says “It’s cute....” before lifting my chin up again, my eyes meeting his again, causing my heart to flutter...and my eyes flicker briefly down to his lips....

The lips that were moments ago on mine....

And oh, how much do I want them there again...

Smirking, Noah leans forward, nose brushing...just before our lips do...

“I think you read my mind....” He whispers with a sly smirk, obviously seeing where my eyes went...before he shuts me up from any other comment, by connecting out lips together once again.

And this time, I don’t stop him.

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