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Dangerous Mind
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Chapter 1: Jam Session
I could feel his eyes on me... watching... studying, but I knew I could not look up, his aqua eyes were too much to handle. I swallowed nervously, adjusting my headphones and slouching further in my chair, trying hard to distract myself. But he still kept watching...
The pleasant sound of Led Zeppelin ravaged my ears, and I shut my eyes tightly, forcing myself to ignore him. But nothing seemed to avail his steady eye.
I couldn't stand it. Why was he doing this to me? He knew I was best friends with her. It was obvious. Bianaca and I were together everyday. Hell, we lived together. I had even heard them... well... you know, one night... and it was quite disturbing, not to mention. I would never betray her... yet he still watched me with that look. The one feverishly mixed with lust and satisfaction.
But maybe I was just imagining it... maybe my attraction for him was just messing with my head. No... I wasn't attracted to my best friend's boyfriend... maybe.
I shook my head slightly, trying hard to clear my thoughts. But nothing seemed to distract me from him. None the less, I was tired of playing manipulative mind games. I knew I had to make him stop one way or another...
I sighed heavily, pressing the stop on my C.D player. I slowly traced my eyes up his delicious body until I reached his lips... I couldn't look at those eyes.
He quickly noticed my struggle, a coy smile quirking his lips. I tried hard to look away... but his lips were drawing me in, leaving my body tingling with desire. He lowered his head slightly until his eyes met mine, his smile growing as my jaw slowly dropped. He loved playing this game with me, and it killed me to think so.
The shrill sound of the school bell interrupted our little staring contest, and I practically jumped for joy, quickly gathering my things together. But it was too late, he was already making his way towards me.
" Serena..."
I sighed lightly, meeting my eyes with him. " Well, hello, Damien. What a pleasant surprise."
He smirked at my nervous stature. " Can I come over tonight?"
I shot him a puzzled look, carelessly dropping my book. " What?"
He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. " I, uh, was insinuating if Bianaca will be there or not." He handed me my book, clicking his tongue ring against his teeth. I shivered...
I uneasily chuckled at my stupid self. " Oh... uh yeah... I knew that," I paused, attempting to collect my cool. " I'm pretty sure she'll be there."
" Well, thanks... I guess I'll see you later, then," He shot me a quick smile as he turned to leave, " Oh yeah... Led Zeppelin... good choice."
A shy smile crept up on my face. " Thanks..."
I couldn't fucking believe myself. What in god's name was I doing? I never used to get shy around guys... especially my best friend's, not to mention roommate's, boyfriend. I mean, sure, he was sexy and all... but what in the hell was with that? 'Thanks'?! What the fuck?! Okay, okay... so he's extremely sexy... but still, he wasn't mine to drool over, right?
Well, I guess I couldn't really help it. What girl in her right mind couldn't resist him? He was tall, with a lean, structured body that screamed sexy. And his hair was dark brown and a bit shaggy, but he always kept it neatly gelled. His eyes were definitely one of his best assets. They were a dreamy aqua color that always seemed to change colors in the sunlight. And to sum it all up, he had a freakin' tongue ring!
Wait a second... what the hell am I doing explaining to the world how sexy he is... I wasn't attracted to him...
Oh, boy... it was going to one long day...
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I sighed angirly as I reached my apartment door, tugging at my key and forcefully unlocking to door. Sure enough HE was there... and sure enough... they were fucking... I could hear it from outside the door. I chuckled at them as I quietly entered the apartment, setting my dickies backpack on the glass table. I quickly scurried to my room, slamming the door behind me, and letting out a sigh of relief. I picked up my electric guitar from the corner, and turned the amp on. I really couldn't listen to that moaning anymore...
I began playing the beginning of Guns-N-Roses 'Sweet Child of Mine', cranking the amp up even louder. My fingers swiftly danced along the strings, and I began to head bang as the guitar solo intensified. Being one of my favorite songs to jam to, I quickly began to feel the music as I jumped on my bed, designating it my temporary stage.
Now at this point... you probably think I'm crazy. But have you ever jammed to Guns-N-Roses?
And anyways... how else am I supposed to ignore my best friend's screams? Ha, ha... that's pretty fucking funny to say, isn't it?
I heard a knock on the door, and I temporarly paused, letting the guitar chourds fade. I puzzled look overcame my face as I listened closely.
Nothing but silence...
I hopped off my bed quickly, guitar still in hand as abruptly pulled my door open. " Oh... hi..."
" Was that you playing?" He smirked slightly, shuffling past me into my room.
I raised a brow at him as he studied my room. " Um... yeah..."
He turned towards me. " You're fucking awesome. I've never heard that accurate of a Guns-N-Roses jam..."
I smiled shyly at him. " Thanks..." Here I go again...
" Cool room."
I studied my room full of band posters plastered on black and red walls. " It's okay, I guess..."
I began to get confused. Not that I minded... but what was he doing in my room? And where to hell was Bianaca?
" Hey, uh, where's Bianaca?" I questioned, setting down my black Fender electric guitar.
" She went for a pot run." He stated, eyeing my guitar.
" Oh..." I paused. " Well, how come you didn't go with her?"
He smirked slightly, moving towards me. " You ask alot of questions, you know that?" He chuckled. " I didn't really feel like going."
" I know exactly what you mean." I joked, finally shaking off my uneasy stature.
He scratched his head, adjusting his backwards hat. " Hey, uh, this may seem kinda odd.. but where the hell did you learn to play that damn good?"
I chuckled. " I taught myself when I was about 10."
His eyes widened. " You taught yourself?" He paused, a broad smile spreading across his face. " And you've only been playing 7 years?"
I smiled, blushing slightly. " 8 actually... I'm 18."
He nodded. " I've been playing longer than you, and I'm not even as good as you."
I rolled my eyes, smirking slightly. " Stop... you've only heard me play once, ya know."
He stepped back, sending me a challenging look. " Well let's hear more, then."
I picked up my guitar, sending him a cocky smile. " Name a band."
He paused, biting his lip slightly. " Alright... how 'bout Black Sabbath."
I quirked my head, raising a brow at him. " You know how to make yourself look bad, don't ya?"
I began playing 'Iron Man', sending him an arrogant look. He smiled back, shaking his head slightly. I moved towards him, slamming on the strings as the song intensified. Once again, I began head banging lightly, closing my eyes as the music flowed throughout the room.
He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. My fingers froze, the music stopping abruptly. I quickly opened my eyes, a puzzled look overcoming my face. I looked up at him... he had that look again...
He let go off my arm, raising a brow at me as he moved closer... merely inches away from my face... I stayed frozen...
"Not bad..." His voice was just above a whisper...
I shook my head uneasily, swallowing nervously.
" Why'd you stop?"
I shrugged my shoulders, afraid to speak. Well, maybe not afraid... more like unable to...
I glanced down at his lips, catching a glimpse of his tongue ring. Damn... why's he doing this? I bit my lip, glancing down at my converse as an escape.
He chuckled lightly, slowly backing away. " Do I make you nervous?"
I glaced up quickly. "What?" I really did hear him...
He smirked coyly. " I said, Do you ever get nervous? You know when you play?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. He thinks he's winning this game... " No, you don't make me nervous." I answered sarcastically, smirking at him slightly.
He caught on right away, smirking back at me. " We'll see about that..." He pushed past me, chuckling lightly. "See you later... Rocket Queen."
I quickly turned around to catch one last glimpse of him, but he had already made his way out of my room.
I sighed heavily, shaking away any extra jitters he left me with.
Yeah... we'll see about that...
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How is it peeps? Please say you like it... lol. Anyways... so you can probably see how this is gonna turn out... maybe. PLEASE, please review even if you hate it! But no flaming...