"You," I breathe out accusingly, so low it was almost a whisper but he heard me. His eyes flash in warning and he shakes his head slightly. He didn't want his mother to know that I had run into him on a motorbike. He doesn't even give me a hello and storms straight past me into the house, his shoulder knocking into mine sending me stumbling back a few steps. I was left staring after him with my mouth hanging open in shock. How dare he come into my house and treat me like the dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

As he marches into my house like he already owns the place I feel reality start crashing down on me. This could not be happening; this boy that hates my guts is going to be living with me for the next who knows how long and in my bedroom! That thought nearly made me pass out from all the blood that rushed to my head. My stomach flipped with nausea to think I was going to have to share my bedroom with this guy who hates me for no apparent reason.

I had to take a deep breath to contain my anger before I glanced back up to Jessie. She had an apologetic expression on her face as she looked after Blake.

"I'm so sorry about him, he isn't good with pleasantries," she offered as an excuse to his actions but I knew better. Blake didn't like me, in fact I was sure he hated me and we were going to live together. I run my hands down my face and try to compose myself.

"It's okay, would you like to come inside?" I ask with a small smile on my face. Jessie looks at me in thanks and takes her coat off her shoulders before placing it on the coat hanger just inside the door. I lead Jessie into our kitchen to find that Blake was already standing by the back window with one leg popped up on the wall behind him and both hands crossed across his chest. He had a deep scowl on his face as he looked away intently out the window as if he longed to be out there and not in here with us.

I stared at him, studying him now that I finally could see him in the light and get a good look at him. He looked exactly as his personality portrayed him as. He had dark brown hair that looked almost black that sat shaggily over the front of his forehead and some strands fell over his eyes. Although it was scruffy looking, it seemed like he had spent a good amount of time in front of the mirror trying to perfect that look.

He wore black jeans, a dark brown fleece shirt with long sleeves and a black leather jacket over the top with the hood pulled up. I could see the end of a tattoo on one of his arms as it peaked out at the end of his sleeve, giving me reason to think he had many more tattoos over his body. He was tall, taller than I had thought when we were in the woods, his head almost didn't fit through our small doorframes.

Overall, he gave off a dark and ominous demeanour, he was the type of person I would go out of my way to avoid on the street. There was one thing I couldn't deny, Blake was good looking, beyond good looking. From just looking at him for this long sends my heart beating faster in my chest and I didn't know why.

"Jessie, Blake it's so good to see you both," my mother announces as she walks into the room with a wide grin on her face. My attention is diverted to her, happy for the distraction to look away from Blake who was starting to monopolise my thoughts.

"Anna!" Jessie grins and hugs my mother fiercely. They pull apart and Jessie turns to Blake who was still looking away into the distance.

"This is my son, Blake," Jessie declares as she faces Blake, as she does I notice the smile drop from her lips and a wariness enter her eyes. My mother's smile doesn't falter.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Blake, I hope you will enjoy your stay here," my mum beamed. Blake finally pulls his attention away from the window to face my mother and just nods back at her. I feel my hands turn into fists at my side at his disrespect towards my mother. His standoffish behaviour doesn't seem to face my mum.

"Right I have dinner ready on the table," my mother announces as she claps her hands together in delight. Then she turns to speak directly to Blake. "If you want to place your bags in the first door on the right through the corridor that where you will be staying. You will be in the same room as Rose." For the first time all night Blake swivels his body around to completely face my mother, I see horror enter his eyes and his mouth falls open in alarm.

"What?" He growled in outrage, his dark accusing eyes flickering from my mother to me. "Is there any other room?" He asks desperately and I see him grinding his teeth together as his jaw tightens as if he was reining in an intense emotion.

"No." My mother shakes her head sadly, "I'm sorry we only have two rooms in the house, unless you would like to sleep with me," she jokes. I can see the moment this information dawns on Blake's face, his face falls as if he just lost all the fight in him, he looked desolate.

"But..." he tried to continue half-heartedly but his mother cut him off.

"Blake, drop it," she grows as she gives him a side look filled with warning. He sends a deathly glare back to his mother, his eyes turning into slits like a snake. Anger takes over his features and his hands turn into fists at his side, I can almost see the steam pouring out of his ears. Without another work Blake turns on his heels and storms away from us towards the front door.

"Blake get back here," Jessie yells after him in outrage. But he didn't listen to her, he continued marching out of the house.

"I need some air," he calls tightly from over his shoulder. Then the front door opens and slams shut behind him. We all stand in shocked silence for a few moments before Jessie's sighs deeply and runs her hands down her face.

"I am sorry about this Anna. This is Blake on a good day; I don't know how to deal with him anymore. It has gotten out of hand," she whispers and the pain in her voice was easily heard. Jessie looked so worn out, the stress wrinkles between her eyebrows seemed permanent on her now.

"We will take care of him darling. If he isn't straightened out after a few months here then the world must have ended," my mother soothed her. She pulled her into a hug and I notice a tear fall from Jessie's eye.

"Would you like some dinner?" My mother asks pulling away, trying to change the subject. Jessie gives her a grateful smile.

"I would love to, I miss your cooking," she gushes as she takes in a huge whiff of the delicious smell saturating the air. Mum had truly gone all out tonight with lasagna, cream and bacon pasta, chicken and stir-fry vegetables. We take out seats at the table and I was acutely aware of the one empty seat where Blake should be sitting.

I dig into my first bite of lasagna when I notice a dark figure move outside the back window. It was Blake I realised with a start. What is he still doing here?

He was leaning against the back porch barricading with his back towards us staring out into our back garden beyond. His back muscles were tense and I could see the strain on his neck muscles. Even though I didn't like Blake I realised that we got off to a bad start and maybe I should try and clear the air between us. If we were going to be living in the same room then I want to at least feel comfortable with him around. Or else he and I would feel this constant stress between us and it wouldn't be pleasant for anyone.

"Excuse me." I place my fork down on the table and take the napkin off my legs to place it on the table.

"Where are you going?" My mother asks curiously with a knit between her eyebrows.

"To introduce myself to Blake." My mother bods back approvingly and Jessie gives me a tight smile, which I return. I walk quietly to the front door and grab my coat before stepping out into the weather beyond. As soon as I open the door the wind hits my face sending my hair swirling around my face. I run a hand through it to keep it out of my eyes. I step out onto the veranda and hear the patters of the rain onto our tin roof. Our veranda spanned the length of our house, circling our entire home so I didn't have to walk through the rain to reach Blake.

I see him in the same position as I saw him through the window; he was facing the trees beyond our house looking into the darkness. It was only now that I was near him did I see that he had a lit cigarette in his hands.

Instantly I realised just how dangerous this guy is, he rode a motorcycle, smoked cigarettes and has been to delinquency school more time that anyone can count. I felt my heart rate pick up in anticipation of taking to him, my breathing started coming out faster. I almost turned around and walked back inside but those thoughts were stopped when Blake spoke.

"What do you want?" He growled with his back still facing me.

"To clear the air," I announce confidently with a level voice but I feel anything but inside. Another long moment passes as Blake keeps his back to me when finally he turns slowly around to face me. He had a lethal glare set on his features and the intensity of his hate nearly took my breath out of me. I had to hide the way my stomach flipped in fear and my heart stuttered in my chest. I take a deep breath, plucking up all my courage before I continue.

"I am sorry that we got off on the wrong foot but seems as we are going to be living together for the next few months we don't need to make this any harder than its already going to be. So I just wanted to make a new start," I declare with a bright smile on my face ignoring the way his eyebrow raises. He just looks at me incredulously, not replying.

"My name is Rose," I introduce politely. I reach my hand out to him to shake. He looks down at it in with an unreadable expression. Then surprisingly he grabs my hand. His grip was painfully tight as he squeezes my fingers between his, like I was an ant in the way of a lion. His dark eyes set their glare on me once again when he suddenly pulls me towards him. I wasn't expecting it so I stumble a step so his face was right in my ear. I could feel his breath on my ear and it sent goose bumps rising up on my skin before he spoke in my ear.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear, I don't like you," he sneered; he was menacing and unrelenting. My stomach drops at his declaration; I guess there was no clearing the air. Blake hates me, no matter how hard I try to fix this.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I retorted not backing down, I wanted to know why he hated me so much without even knowing me. At our close proximity I move my head to glare up at him myself and a jolt runs through me at our close proximity. Blake must have felt it too because he releases my hand and takes a step away from me.

"It means I don't want to clear the air and I don't want to make a new start. You better run along now back to mummy," he teases me in a condescending tone. He truly knows how to rile me up; I feel anger bubble up as I grind my teeth together.

"How dare you speak to me like that in my own home," I bark outraged. A smirk lifts up his lips as he realises he successfully wound me up.

"Its not just your home anymore." He glances at me smugly, that smirk getting wider. I wanted to smash his pretty face into his skull but I had to admit, he was right. He lives here now too. I took a deep breath to rein in my anger. He takes a deep drag of his cigarette and then breaths out into the dark air beyond the veranda. The smell nearly made me gag.

"You are not allowed to smoke here," I inform him with a scowl, crossing my hands across my chest.

"I can do whatever I like," he says and then blows a puff of deadly smoke my way. I gasp my hands above my mouth and stomp my foot.

"You are going to kill yourself," I fumed. He smirked widely and it almost turned into a real smile, a light entering his eyes.

"Good."

His words made me remember our recent encounter earlier today when he hardly killed us both, he replied with the same statement. I take a careful step closer to him as my eyes flutter over every visible area of his skin looking for wounds.

"How are you feeling now? After the fall?" I ask quietly. His eyes search mine as if trying to see if I truly was asking if he was okay or if I had other agendas.

"Fine," he deadpanned. I signed there was no getting through to this guy.

"Are you going to come into dinner?" I demand half hartedly, already knowing his answer before he spoke it. His eyes flash in horror at the thought and he shakes his head.

"No."

"My mother spent all day making this dinner for you," I growl remembering my mum having a stress attack at mid day today when she accidentally cooked the chicken for too long and burnt it. She ended up going to shop and buying another one, all to make sure Blake felt welcome on his first night here.

"Well she shouldn't have," he sasses and looked at me out of the corner of his eye, gauging my reaction.

"You are so infuriating!" I raise my hands into the air in frustration. He takes a step towards me, his eyes staring straight into mine as he lets his next words setting deep in my stomach.

"And you are dense, isn't it getting through that thick skull of yours that I don't want to talk to you?" he advised with a raised eyebrow. My body stiffens and I clench my jaw in anger.

"I would rather be dense than an ass like you," I counter, taking my own step towards him until we were nearly touching. I feel my heart pick up in accordance.

We glare at each other for a long while. It was in that moment that I realised just how beautiful his eyes were, a deep blue. They were almost transparent, with small flecks of white embedded into the ocean blue. They were a complete contradiction to the scowl planted on his lips and the darkness of his hair. They were too stunning to be on such a mean guy like Blake. I felt my anger wavering the longer I looked into those eyes that had softness in them that the rest of his face didn't have. My glare slipped from my face and replaced with a look of astonishment as I stared up at him in awe. Blake closes his eyes suddenly and it broke me from the spell of his kind eyes.

It was in that moment that I realised that he was bleeding. A small trickle of blood had fallen from a cut on his forehead that was obstructed from my view by his hair.

"You're hurt," I whisper as I try to reach my hand up toward his forehead, his eyes follow my movements warily. "I will get some bandages and antiseptic for you."

"No, it's fine." He wacks my hand away from him and takes a step back from me with that same glower set on his features.

"I am not coming back tonight."

I don't argue with him and watch as he turns from me, grabs the base of the railing in one hand and flings his body over the balcony in one swift movement. He sauntered away from the house and I watch him until his figure disappears into the darkness beyond.

I let out a huge breath and run my hands down my face only to realise that they were shaking. I don't know how he caused such an intense reaction from me. Then I remembered his dark glare and the look of pure hatred on his face and it send a shiver down my spine. This is going to be a very long few months.

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Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I started writing this book but I suddenly had a bout of inspiration to write this chapter, mostly due to all your comments on the last chapter. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of reads and comments I got from people asking me to update :) A special thanks to coolgirl050 for all your encouraging comments and for not giving up on this story.

I still will be focusing on my other story until that is finished so these updates for this story will be very rare until that is done, but the good news is that story is nearly finished and then I can focus on this book. Thanks for reading guys, it means a lot.

Love, Elaine Xx