~Iris' POV~
I gasped as Luke shook me awake a few days later, my eyes shooting open in surprise. Out of reflex, I went to smack him, but he quickly caught my wrist and stopped me from hitting him. "That's not very nice." He pouted.
I swatted him away, glaring up at him. "Why am I awake before I wanted to be, Luke?" I scowled, rolling away from him onto Cassie's empty side of the bed. She must've already gotten up, which didn't surprise me. "Because Andy said you needed to wake up." He said simply, his hands gripping onto the fabric of the blanket that I was wrapped up in. He tugged it and I felt it shift, causing me to whine. "For what purpose?" I groaned, pulling the blanket back towards me. "For the purpose of being awake." He stated.
A whine left my lips. "That's not a good enough purpose."
"Fine, you want a purpose?" He asked, his hands gripping tighter at the blanket. I sighed, closing my eyes with a whine. "No, I'd like to go back to sleep." I mumbled, my cheek pressing into the bed. "Too bad, Iris." He tsked, tugging the blanket. "You're getting up. Andy suggested that we play tag with water balloons after Michael complained about being bored for a solid five minutes." He explained. Admittedly, that caught my attention, but I was too proud to admit it. I just forced myself to dismiss it and stay laid down. "No." I said flatly.
Luke tugged the blanket and I whined, feeling my body being pulled along with it. I was practically wrapped in a cocoon in the blanket. "Luke, please! I-I'm sleepy." I pleaded, but he just relentlessly tugged at the blanket. "No." He stated. I squealed as he pulled me right off of the bed, my body thudding hard against the floor even through the fabric of the thick blanket. "Ow!" I exclaimed, pain sprouting through my body at the impact. He suddenly sat right on top of me, causing me to squeal. "Get off!" I exclaimed, trying to roll over onto my back. Somehow, I managed to do so.
I pushed the blankets off of my face, feeling my hair slightly fluff up from being underneath the blanket. I glared up at Luke, pushing my hair out of my face. "You gonna promise you won't go back to bed?" He asked, raising a brow.
My hands reached up and I shoved his chest, trying to shift out from underneath him. "Get off! I'm tired!" I exclaimed angrily, glaring at him. He leaned down over me, placing his hands on the floor beside my head. "I'll get off if you go get in the shower." He negotiated, raising a brow. I whined, shaking my head. "But I'm tired. Please?" I pouted, really wanting to go back to sleep again, even if for just a while. "You can go back to bed tonight, little doll." He hummed, raising a brow at me. "So get up." He demanded.
A loud sigh left my lips. "No!" I refused, pushing at his chest to try again to make him get off of me. Just like before, it did nothing. "You're really gonna make this hard on yourself, Iris?" He sighed, staring down at me. I could tell I was beginning to irritate him, but I just kept it up. "No! You're the one being stupid!" I huffed, still struggling to push him off of me. Suddenly he got off of me and I stood quickly, trying to pull my blanket back into bed with me. His hands snatched the blanket from my grip and I squealed in surprise, watching as he dropped it to the ground. "Go get in the shower now!" He demanded lowly, glaring at me. Not wanting to give in, I stubbornly shook my head. "No!" I refused. An irritated growl left his lips and he stomped forward, a gasp leaving me when he fisted the front of my shirt and yanked me closer to him. "Do it." He hissed, glaring down at me.
I tried to push him off of me, but he just held tighter. "Stop it! You're going to stretch my shirt out!" I exclaimed, frowning. He glared at me and suddenly spun us around, beginning to force me backwards towards the bathroom. Surprised, I tripped over my feet and down the two of us went, my body hitting hard against the floor for the second time in less than five minutes. "You're man-handling me again!" I whimpered, rubbing the back of my head. He released my shirt and stood up off of me before reaching down and yanking me up to my feet. "Please just go take a shower." He scowled, staring at me.
At the look on his face, I sighed and nodded. "Fine." I mumbled, trudging my way into the bathroom, even though I hadn't brought anything to change into. Once I'd taken my shower, I made sure Luke had left the room before I picked out my clothes from the dresser and got dressed. I reluctantly began downstairs, not even getting all the way down the steps before Luke ran up out of nowhere and threw a water balloon right at me. I gasped at both the pain of the hit and the cold water that soaked my shirt, gaping after Luke as he then ran off.
"Luke, you shithead!" I cursed, running down the stairs after him. I didn't even have a water balloon, but I was going to kick his ass. I heard his laugh from the kitchen, where I then hurried into with an irritated glare on my face. "Luke!" I hissed when I didn't spot him, stalking around the island as I thought perhaps he was hidden behind it. He wasn't, though.
I frowned in confusion, wondering where he had gone off to since there was nowhere he could've gone. "Luke?" I asked, confused. I looked around the kitchen as if he'd just appear right in front of me, wondering where he'd gone. Suddenly, the pantry door just swung open, hitting against the wall as Luke leaped out and pelted me with yet another water balloon. A scream left my lips and I cowered away as it hit me in the side, soaking my shirt yet again. "Luke! Stop it!" I exclaimed, glaring at him while he just laughed and darted away.
Feeling irritated, I ran out of the kitchen after him, my shirt wet and clinging to my frame. He barely made it into the living room before I managed to catch up to him, tackling him right to the floor. My body hit hard against his, my chest hitting against his back as he landed on his front. "Jesus, Iris!" He groaned, his cheek pushed against the floor. "You hit me with water balloons when I was defenseless! Not fair!" I huffed, smacking him on his head.
"That's not my problem!" He snapped, my body tumbling to the floor as he flipped me over so that I was under him. I smacked him on the back of his head before he stood up, seemingly pulling another water balloon out of nowhere before he threw it at my stomach.
I kicked him in the foot, glaring up at him as I sat up and pulled my shirt away from my body, not wanting it to cling to me. "You shitface." I snapped. "Where's everyone else?" I asked, flipping him the finger as I stood up. He smiled wickedly in amusement, crossing his arms over his chest. "They're outside." He said, raising a brow. "The water balloons are out there, if you were wondering." He mentioned. The two of us stared at one another in silence before I abruptly turned and raced towards the backdoor, instantly hearing his heavy footsteps running after me.
"No, let go!" I exclaimed as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, trying to get ahead of me to get to the water balloons first. A little chuckle left his lips as he yanked me back behind him, pulling the door open and running out before I could. "Luke! That's not fair!" I hissed, shoving him out of my way once I reached him.
Luke stumbled and went falling into the grass, leaving me to race ahead of him. "You little bitch!" He growled from behind me. "Get your ass back here!" He spat, his footsteps hitting against the grass as he ran after me. A squeal of fear left my lips when I could feel him gaining speed on me, not wanting him to get me in his hold. "Don't touch me! Get away!" I exclaimed fearfully, dashing towards the large tub that held a bunch of water balloons inside. "I'm gonna kill you!" He threatened in response.
I had barely grabbed one water balloon before a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my waist, lifting me off of the ground. A screech left me as he began carrying me away from the tub, taking the hand that held the water balloon in it and swinging it back. My hand hit him directly in the side of his head, smashing the water balloon hard enough against him that it broke. "Fuck!" He cursed, abruptly releasing me.
My body fell to the ground and I grunted in pain, beginning to crawl away as Luke groaned in pain at my hit. "You fucking shithead. Why'd you do that?" He hissed angrily, but I just grabbed a few more balloons from the tub and turned to face him as he tried to grab me. Quickly, I pelted one right into his chest, causing him to flinch away from me immediately. "You stay away!" I exclaimed, pointing at him with one hand while the other gripped a full balloon, ready to throw it if I needed to. "You're the one who just hit me in the goddamn head, you crazy fucker!" He pointed out.
"Well, that's your fault! You shouldn't have touched me." I retorted, glaring up at him. He scowled and eyed the balloon in my hand, stepping forward. I instantly threw it, aiming right for his face.
Luke ducked, letting the water balloon sail over his head and crash into Calum's side as he ran from Ashton. "No!" I squealed as he dove forward, grabbing onto my ankles and beginning to tug me away from the tub of balloons. "Let go, you...idiot!" I exclaimed, kicking my feet wildly. He did as I asked, stepping over me and going towards the water balloons. Knowing what he planned to do with said balloons, I scrambled up off of the ground and started the other way.
I ran towards the porch, gasping when Eros came out of nowhere and pelted me with a water balloon right on my ass. "Ow! That's mean!" I exclaimed at him, rubbing the spot he'd hit me at. He only laughed, his eyes darting behind me before he returned his gaze to mine and grinned mischievously. Having forgotten about Luke, I frowned. "What?" I asked.
Right as I spoke, another water balloon hit me in the back of my thighs so hard that I stumbled, almost falling to the ground. "Luke!" I hissed, knowing it was him. "Yes, Iris?" Luke teased, suddenly throwing another one at me from behind. Simultaneously, Eros threw one at me from the front, hitting me in the chest while Luke's hit my calf. "Traitor!" I gasped to Eros, my weight being knocked out from under me at the force of Luke's throw. I fell right on my ass, covering my head as the two of them repeatedly fired water balloons at me from both the front and the back.
Eros snickered and peered down at me in amusement, whereas I just glared at him. "Traitor? I've never been a traitor." He pouted, shaking his head. I yelped as Luke pelted me in the back with yet another water balloon, being completely ruthless in how hard he threw it. "Well, you are one now!" I whimpered, trying to crawl away.
Unfortunately for me, Eros grabbed me by the ankles and began dragging me to the side of the house, away from everyone else. "Stop it!" I whined, but he just snickered. "Calm down, Iris." He said casually. I gasped as he flipped me onto my back, still holding my ankles. My eyes flicked up, noticing that Luke had followed along with us with several water balloons in his hands and a mischievous look in his eye. "You wouldn't." I gasped, shaking my head as I returned my gaze to Eros. He only grinned innocently.
"Please don't!" I pleaded, struggling to kick my legs as he held tighter at my ankles. Eros and Luke exchanged glances, as if they were having a silent conversation between the two of them. "You want a head start?" Eros asked, glancing back down at me.
Realizing that the two of them were definitely going to team up on me once again, I glared at the two of them and clenched my jaw. Regardless, I nodded. "Yes." I ground out, knowing that there was no way I'd refuse the opportunity. He released my ankles and I stood, glaring at both of the large men in front of me. "You both suck." I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest. I frowned as Luke handed Eros one of the water balloons in his hands, peering down at me with amusement. "You'd better get going, doll face." He advised.
I rolled my eyes and turned, mockingly muttering to myself. "You'd better get going, doll face."
**
After Eros and Luke had finished bombing me with water balloons, I looked up at the two of them from the ground, curled into a protective ball. "I hate you." I scowled at them, rolling onto my back in pain. I hadn't thought it was possible, but my body was now hurting a little from how hard they had hit me with those stupid balloons.
"Sorry, Princess." Eros grinned sheepishly, leaning down and picking me up in his arms. I huffed, staring up at him. "You're not forgiven, either of you." I muttered, feeling very tired. After practically running for my life from the two giant morons, all the energy had been drained out of me. Eros chuckled and carried me up towards the porch with Luke following behind us, for whatever reason. "Could I make it up to you?" Eros hummed, raising a brow curiously as Luke opened the backdoor for us.
I narrowed my eyes at him, huffing in surprise as he dropped me down onto the couch. "Oh? And make it up to me how, exactly?" I wondered, narrowing my eyes at him in suspicion. He smirked teasingly, wiggling his brows suggestively. "I think I can come up with a few ways." He purred.
Unamused, I stared at him. "No. I told you that was a one time thing and I meant it. You'll have to come up with a few other ways because that's not happening." I said flatly, pursing my lips. He pouted, plopping down beside me while Luke shut the back door, giving us a disgusted look. I assumed he must've heard the suggestion that Eros had just made to me, judging by his face. "Fine." Eros huffed. "I could...make you some food." He offered instead, raising a brow at me. A smile rose on my lips and I hummed in faux thought. "I guess that's a good enough offer." I grinned, nodding. Really, Eros knew that was a great offer. Food really was the way to get on my good side again.
"Yeah, I thought so." He nodded, giving me a satisfied smile. "So what would you like me to make you then?" He asked, shifting to be closer to me. I bit my cheek in thought, humming to myself. "A pizza." I said. At my words, his brows raised, as if he thought I expected him to make me a pizza from scratch, which I obviously didn't. "There's some in the freezer. All you have to do is put it in the oven!" I pouted, giving him my best puppy eyes.
Like I'd thought, his brows lowered and I knew he'd agree. "Okay, okay. Whatever you like." He sighed, standing up from the couch. A satisfied smile lifted onto my lips as he started into the kitchen, glad that I had gotten him to agree.
"Do you have to sit on my couch?" Luke asked me suddenly, scowling. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared back at him, scoffing. "Excuse me?" I scowled back, not liking his sudden attitude with me. He gestured to my clothes, raising his brows as if I were an idiot. "Your clothes are all wet. You're going to fuck up my couch. Get off." He demanded, staring me down. I realized that I was, in fact, still in my wet clothes and frowned at him, clenching my jaw. "You're the reason I'm wet in the first place!" I exclaimed.
His eyes flickered in amusement, the edge of his mouth twitching up into a smirk. "That's not the first time I've been told that."
I rolled my eyes at his childish comment, scoffing. "Wow. What a brilliant response." I said flatly, standing up off of his couch. "Where are you going?" He asked when I began to walk away, sounding confused, as if he hadn't expected me to actually get up. "I don't know if you know this, but it's not exactly comfortable sitting around in wet clothes." I stated, glancing over at him while I headed up the stairs.
Luke rolled his eyes and took my spot on the couch, simply flipping me the finger in response. I headed down the hall and into Cassie and I's room, searching through the closet for a change of clothes. Once I had found them, I changed quickly and headed back downstairs. I had debated taking a shower, but I decided against it. I'd already been pelted with enough water today, so it wasn't as if I was dirty.
"There you are." Eros grinned when he spotted me while I walked down the steps, his gray-blue eyes peering at me from the couch. "Where did you think I'd gone off to?" I raised a brow, smiling slightly in amusement. He shrugged his broad shoulders, his gaze following me as I rounded the side of the couch to stand in front of him. "To get out of those wet clothes before I got you out of them myself?" He grinned teasingly, scanning his eyes over me. I cast him a reprimanding look, my brows raising with a simple shake of my head. "You need to go have a cold shower...or jack off, or something." I sighed, not at all missing the scandalous gleam in his eyes as he looked at me.
He only snickered, shaking his head. "I'm fine, promise." He assured, grinning up at me. I plopped down beside him, paying no mind to the look that Luke was sending towards Eros and I. "Mhm, I'm sure. Where's my pizza?" I asked, deciding to divert my attention to the much more pressing matter at hand.
A smile pulled at Eros' lips, nodding towards the direction of the kitchen. "Cooking in the oven. Where else?" He hummed, raising a brow. I curled my feet up beneath me as I shifted on the couch, turning more towards him. "How long is it supposed to take?" I asked, curious. He looked away in thought, biting his lip before his gaze returned to mine. "It'll probably be ready in about twenty minutes." He shrugged.
The twenty minutes passed by rather quickly, being that it was spent with Eros and I playing games on his phone. As I now sat on the couch with the TV on beside Eros, eating my pizza, the backdoor opened and everyone came rushing in completely soaked with water. I raised my brows as their loud voices filled the cabin, all of them beginning to head upstairs towards their rooms, even Cassie. Knowing her, she was probably going to take a nap as soon as she got changed into some dry clothes, which I couldn't say didn't sound like a good idea. The thought of sleep was pretty appealing to me right now, too.
"Iris." Luke said suddenly, causing me to glance up at him with my mouth full of food. I chewed slowly and stared at him awkwardly, nodding in acknowledgment to let him know I heard him and was listening.
He glanced down at the plate in my hands, seeming to realize that I was still eating, but that didn't stop him. "I need to talk to you in the kitchen." He stated, standing up off of the couch across from us. I frowned, staring up at him while Eros kept playing his game on his phone. "R-Right now?" I blinked, startled. I was in the middle of eating, after all. "Yes. Right now." He said firmly, giving me a tense look that left no room for argument. I awkwardly pursed my lips and stood, holding my plate in my hands as I followed him to the kitchen. "Okay, geez." I muttered quietly.
I looked up at him when we came to a stop in the kitchen, biting into my pizza. "You're going to have to not, you know, be with Eros all the time. Xena hasn't even paid attention to me." He pouted, causing me to stare at him. I wondered briefly if he was serious, but I knew that he was.
"Luke, she's been here not even a week. It's been four days." I gaped at him, shaking my head. "Do you really expect to get into bed with her in four days?" I scoffed, placing my plate on the counter beside me. He just narrowed his eyes at me, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Well, I was hoping to, but you're screwing it! You've not even helped me!" He exclaimed, scowling at me. I stared at him some more, narrowing my eyes incredulously. "You're shitting me." I said suddenly. "It's been four days, Luke!"
He went to rave at me again, I could tell by the way his eyes glistened angrily, but I cut him off before he could. "What did you even want from me? What do you expect me to do?" I asked, genuinely curious.
I watched as his jaw clenched, clearly not liking the way that I was speaking to him. "You're supposed to just fucking act interested. It's not that hard." He groaned, throwing his head back, exasperated. I rolled my eyes, leaning all of my weight onto one hip while I crossed my arms over my chest stubbornly. "Okay, so, what? You want me to just...pretend like I want to fuck you?" I raised my brows while I spoke, his nose scrunching up in disgust at my words. "Jesus, no!" He exclaimed, horrified. "Just...generally, act like you like me. You know, touching and ta--" He started to say.
"Touching?" I cut him off, horrified. Touching him was the last thing that I wanted. "I am not touch--" I began to protest, but he waved a dismissive hand at me and shook his head. "Not touching like that. Just flirty shit, Iris. I promise, nothing more." He assured me, staring down at me. I pursed my lips and stared at him, contemplating it. "Yeah, whatever." I sighed carelessly, knowing I didn't have much of an option. He knew about Eros and I, after all.
"Really?" He sounded surprised, his brows raising as I grabbed my pizza and nodded. "Huh, that was easy." He chuckled, shrugging. He followed me out of the kitchen and back into the living room, sighing to myself while I reluctantly plopped on the couch beside Luke. Eros noticed that I had not sat beside him and a frown formed on his face, looking up at me in confusion with a furrow in his brows. He was wondering why I'd chosen to sit next to Luke and not him. The only reason I didn't say why was because Xena was on the end of the couch that Luke and I were sitting on.
Instead, I gave him a small smile.