50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [02]

Well, if I were to spend the entire holiday with an emo delinquent, I might as well deal with it since there was nothing I could do anyway. I would be back in my dorm by January. So what do do when there was an emo in your house?

My heart was pounding rapidly when I literally closed the door, a loud 'BANG' echoing around the hall. Somewhere lingering in my mind, a voice yelled furiously at me, "What the hell did you do THAT for?!"

To be honest, I didn't have any idea.

Suddenly there was a familiar clicking sound before the door swung open again. "Next time, if you don't want to invite someone into the house, remember to lock the door."

Shit.

"Sorry, reflexes," I said rather lamely. "Uh, come in?"

But he was already striding into the house as if he owns the place. I didn't like this guy already. "Should I call you 'Your Majesty'?" I asked sarcastically, rolling my eyes. He dropped his small luggage on foot of the stairs.

"Er, sure. That would be great." he said with a smirk plastered across his face.

"MOM!" I screamed instantaneously. "That law-breaker you decided to take into our lovely home is finally here! Aren't you just bloody glad to hear that?!"

I heard the kitchen door swung open and a pair of footsteps coming towards us. "Oh! What a pleasant surprise," my mom said. Suddenly he swept his black bangs away in a very polite manner, however that was possible.

It was like he was a whole new person. His blue eyes showed a bit warmth and politeness, as if he came from some upper-class family and was used to greet people in this manner. Ironic, considering the fact that this guy spent his teenage life in some detention centre or something.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Cassity," he said, giving a small smile. "And I hope I'm not bothering or anything. I don't want to be a burden."

Immediately my mother went into this 'Oh-no-you're-the-guest-it's-no-trouble-at-all' mode. Nathan shot me a sly look and I glared back. The nerve of this guy to act nice in front of my mom. Strike one, Nathan.

"And you must be Clarissa."

"Charlotte," I hissed. Not even close. My mom gave me a disapproving look. "Charlotte, be nice!"

I couldn't believe this.

"So tell me Mr. Bradley, what are you doing here so early? We're expecting you tomorrow."

He cocked his eyebrow. "I was told to come here on 30th of November."

"Today's 30th November?" my mom said, her eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, mother. I've told you I would come back on the last day of November!"

"Really? Oh goodness me! I really did think today was the 29th..."

If looks could kill...

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2) Make sure that he helps us in the kitchen for dinner.

But of course, that was easier said than done.

My mother went out to the grocery store to buy a couplpe of stuff. There was only one word to describe what it was like to be in the same room with Nathan Bradley: Agony.

"Pretty good," I muttered, smirking as I observed him chopping the cilantro leaves. "For someone who only have the experience cooking instant noodles."

He grimaced.

Now could you chop your bangs off please so I could see your eyes?

"How could you even walk with that hair of yours covering your face," I scoffed. "I'm surprised you can walk without running into a lamppost."

"I'm not as stupid as you, sorry to say," he replied. I glared and took off my Hello Kitty hairband. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I turned him around and pulled back the bangs with the hairband. "Aw, I didn't know you love Hello Kitties."

"I'll kill you."

3) Make him wear Hello Kitties hairband.

"I dare you."

4) Daring a knife-holding delinquent that was accused with an attempt murder is probably not a very good idea...

He walked right up to me, twirling the knife in his hand. He pressed his body lightly against mine. My back was against the counter-top so I couldn't move much. I could feel the cold metal of the knife on my cheek.

"Don't tempt me," he whispered.

"You wouldn't dare," I said, glaring.

Fuck, Charlotte. What the hell was wrong with you? Daring was not a good idea, remember?!

Right. Anyway, some girl might think this was a turn on or something right now. All I wanted to do was to punch this guy and run out of the room straight away. But he noticed our position and straightened his posture.

He took off the hairband and give it to me without breaking it or anything, thank god. "Got'cha," he said, a playful smile touched his lips. "Now, what do I have to do with this ci...cilly...ciller...thing-a-majig?" he asked, his eyes were now visible since he swept his bangs to the side.

"Cilantro."

"Whatever I'm not French," he sneered arrogantly.

"What the hell are you talking about? It's a Spanish word."