I let out a heavy sigh as I stared up at the white empty surface of my bedroom ceiling. God was I bored!

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and both my parents had gone out, leaving me abandoned and home alone. Now, I had resulted to spreading myself out like a starfish on my bed as I contemplated what to do. My eyes drifted around the room until they landed on my speakers. I smirked.

Well, I guess since nobody's home...

With an excited grin, I got up, grabbed my phone, and put on my favorite playlist. Then, I cranked the volume up on my speakers to full blast, till the room felt like it was practically shaking.

Yeah, I know, my neighbors love me.

As the track started to beat out some sultry beyond song, I jumped on to my stage (or as it is otherwise known my bedroom floor) and started to dance my heart out. I didn't even care that I probably looked insane, it's not like anyone could see. And besides, it was fun.

Fulling going for it, I started to gyrate my hips to the time of the music while combing my hands through my hair. I'm not sure if it looked sexy or not, but I tried. Giggling to myself at my craziness, I threw myself on to the floor, and with an arched back, slowly crawl to the beat of the music.

Again, I was very aware of how stupid I looked, but not in my mind. In my mind, I was the sexiest of dancers in the hottest music video in the world. Rising to my feet, I continued to amuse myself with my amazingly inventive dance moves.

When the song finally ended, I bent over and bowed, like I had been performing in front of a live concert. However, I wasn't expecting a response from my imaginary crowd. But there most definitely was. There was a very loud and enthusiastic clapping sound, coming from directly behind me.

Every muscle in my body went rigid from sheer shock.

There shouldn't be clapping...

My heartbeat vigorously in my chest, as I slowly turned around to identify the source of the sound. The sight before me, felt like a punch to the gut.

Ethan was leaned up against my doorframe, with the world's widest grin on his face.

Oh, for fucks.

He looked beyond amused and clapped shamelessly with the occasional crude whistle. Steam might as well have been coming off my cheeks, from how embarrassed I was.

I quickly rushed over to the speaker to turn it off, before slowly turning back to face Ethan. He was still smiling at me from ear to ear.

Dear God, please tell me that was a fucking dream, and he hadn't just witnessed me attempting to sexy dance...

I swallowed. "How long have you been standing there?" I whispered.

"The entire song and God was it brilliant," he laughed as his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Well, shit. I swear if I could make a deal with God to spontaneously combust at that very moment, I would take it in a heartbeat.

Without another word, I walked to my wardrobe, climbed in, and shut the door.

I was just done. So incredibly done.

Ethan's cackles of laughter grew louder from outside the door.

"Oh, come on Chubs, don't be dramatic. It wasn't that embarrassing," he chuckled from the other side of the door.

He knocked on the door gently. "Can I come in?" He asked softly. I could tell that he was trying to ask nicely, but the amusement in his tone was as clear as day.

When I didn't answer, he let out a heavy sigh before opening the door. His eyes sparkled with humor, as he looked down at my figure, all tucked up on the floor. My frown deepened.

"Hey, cheer up. If it makes you feel any better, I thought it was incredibly sexy," he winked.

"Just shut up," I snapped. I grabbed one of the shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe and chucked it at his head. I cursed as it narrowly missed.

"You just had to wait for the entire fucking song to finish before saying anything, didn't you?" I yelled.

"Well, duh. If I said something you would have stopped, and I would have missed out on the best two minutes of my life," he laughed.

Fucking typical, the best two minutes of his life was watching me humiliate myself...

"Wait a second..." I paused. "How the hell did you get into our house?"

Ethan laughed nervously. "Oh right, about that...," he winced. "I tried to ring the bell, but you couldn't hear over the music. So... I kinda just picked the lock and let myself in," he shrugged dismissively, as though he hadn't just illegally broken into my house for a second time.

"And you just invited yourself into my room? What would you have done if I were dancing naked, huh?" I yelled.

Ethan's eyes visibly darkened, and he paused for a long time before saying anything. "Probably something that I shouldn't," he whispered.

The way he was looking at me made my heart beat violently within my chest, and feeling nervous, I bit my bottom lip.

Enraptured by his eyes, I stared at him for a few seconds before I awkwardly cleared my throat and looked away.

"Well, I think that's enough wallowing for today," I laughed, as I climbed out of the wardrobe and headed over to my bed.

I flung myself down on it with a sigh. "No offense Ethan but why are you here?" I asked bluntly.

"To start our fun little self-defense lessons," he smiled.

"What, Already? I am not that bad Ethan. I managed to get you to crawl up and cry like a baby, didn't I?" I taunted.

He shot me an unimpressed look. "I wasn't crying, Chubs! Stop lying," he retorted as he rolled his eyes.

"Are you sure? Because your eyes looked a little watery to me," I sang. I knew he hadn't cried, but that didn't mean I wasn't gonna work like hell to make him think he had.

He scowled and crossed his arms. "Pur-lease, if I were trying, you would never have gotten that shot past me," he bragged.

"Sounds like someone is not over their loss," I sang teasingly.

"Okay fine. If you think you're so tough, attack me then," he said as he held his hands out expectantly.

Looking up at him in intrigue, I immediately leaped off the bed in excitement. I can't believe he was giving me a free shot to hit him. It's like Christmas came early! Chuckling lowly, I started to circle him predatorily as I tried to determine the best moment to hit.

When I didn't think he was expecting it, I kicked my leg out sharply. Before me leg made contact, he caught it swiftly before throwing it back down and grabbing my arm, he twisted me around, so I fell back against his chest. With one arm loosely slung across my neck, he moved his head forward and nestled it in the crook of my neck.

"Nice try Chubs, but not quite," he whispered, as his cool minty breath against my ear. My heart was beating frantically inside my chest, and it felt hard to breathe. I wish I could say it was from the shock of his attack, but I knew it wasn't.

It was most definitely to do with the fact that his warm body was pressed up against me.

Slowly he let me go and turned me around to face him. He was eyeing me with an incredibly smug expression on his face. "I think I've just proved you could use my help Chubs."

"Okay, whatever, maybe you have a point," I grumbled in defeat.

He smiled. "Excellent, let's start, shall we. When someone is attacking you, what're the best weapons you have?" he asked. He was pacing around with his arms behind his back like he was kung-fu master.

I just rolled my eyes at him. "My fists?" I guessed.

He snorted. "Nope. It's your legs to run the fuck away from them. There's no point trying to be a hero when all you care about is surviving.," he explained. "Also, your voice is an excellent tool, it will hopefully attract attention so people can help you."

I just arched an eyebrow at him, not being able to take him seriously. "You sound like one of those fifth-grade safety officers they randomly bring into school to lecture you about the danger of strangers," I commented in amusement.

He looked like he was about to crack a smile, but he quickly controlled himself. "Mia, stop joking around. You need to take this seriously, this is important!" he whined.

He looked so cutely frustrated, that I decided I should just go along with it and humor him. "Okay. What next?" I said enthusiastically.

He smiled in excitement. "Okay, so if you're unable to run or call for help, then you only have one option left; to fight," he said as he took a step closer to me.

"What are you.." I squealed in surprise as Ethan pushed me on to the bed.

"The actual fuck, Ethan? A little warning would've been nice!"

Ignoring me, he grabbed my hands, pinned them above my head before climbing on top of me.

Had this boy lost his mind?

Ethan stared down at me with a dazed look in his eye before he cleared his throat and continued. "This is one of the worst positions you could be in with your attacker. He's got gravity on his side, and you've got no free arms," he said as he tightened his grip on my wrist, to emphasis his point.

"What are you going to do, Mia? Show me."

I then made a pretty pathetic attempt to free myself, by squirming around underneath him, in the hope that he'd magically drop off. With a frustrated groan, I gave up, realizing it was pointless.

"It's impossible, you're twice as strong as me," I whined.

"You don't need to be stronger than me, you just need the right technique," he explained softly.

"I'll show you, switch with me," he said as he let go of my arms so he could lay down on his back.

"Mount me then," he snapped impatiently.

My cheeks burned fiercely at his words. Doesn't he realize how sexual that sounded?

Hesitantly, I climbed on top of him and put my hands on his wrists, in the same manner, that he had done to me. For some reason, he shifted slightly underneath me, and his eyes looking slightly pained. He cleared his throat and soon snapped out of his distracted state.

"So, what you need to do is buck your hips up and forward to knock him off balance. Also, you must turn your head, so their head doesn't crash into you," he explained. He demonstrated the move easily enough so that I lost balanced and bucked forward.

"Now, all that's left to do is flip them over," he said as he exhibited the next move. He swiftly flipped us around, so I ended up back underneath him, with my arms pinned above my head.

He smirked down at me. "Now, I'm the one back in control."

"Okay, that doesn't seem too hard. I'll give it a go," I smiled enthusiastically.

"It's a lot harder than it looks Chubs, you'll have to practice-"

The words died in his mouth as I suddenly darted my hips upward so that he stumbled forward and off-balance. Not wasting any time, I flipped us around, grabbed his wrists before slammed them above his head. I looked down at him in victory as he lay below me, with eyes widened with shock.

"Now I'm back in control," I smirked.

His startled look soon faded to one of amusement. "Not gonna lie, seeing you all dominant is kinda hot," he chuckled. His words caused my heart to shamelessly flutter.

He's just making fun of you. Ignore him.

Looking down at him, I blushed, noticing the intimacy of our position. I was on top of him for fucks sake. Just as I was about to get off, I paused as I caught his eye.

The look he was giving me was too intense, too captivating, too everything for me to even dream of looking away. I felt like I was under a spell. His startlingly blue eyes held a hunger like passion in them and were slowly tracing over every last feature of my face as though he was trying to save it to memory.

Slowly, he raised a hand to my face and loosely brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear, then ever so lightly, he brushed his thumb against the corner of my lips. Though the action was small, it sent a fiery sensation throughout my body, right from my head down to my toes.

God, did I want him.

His gaze fell to my lips, and he swallowed. I saw conflict flicker in his eyes, as though he was wrestling with the idea of doing something.

"Fuck it," he whispered.

He cupped a hand around my cheek and pulled my lips down onto his.

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