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"Nothing" he repeats, this time looking at me and smirking!
"And why did you help me, when you should have killed me?'' I sigh, not that I want to die but death is like my shadow because where I go it follows
"And why are you asking me soo many questions, you know there is a difference between a quick question and a bunch of questions" he says, raising an eye brow
"Great, I am tired, hungry, dirty, stinky and have broken everything that I said I wouldn't" I mutter to myself and all of a sudden I hear the passenger door open which make me jump, nearly pissing my pants
"Ouch'' that kills
"Sorry'' he says as he reaches to take my hand but I am out the car before he can help
"Where are we?'' I ask
"My home'' he says
"You live in a mansion?''
"No, I live in an outhouse''
"Soo, a mansion then?'' I say, looking at him
"No, it's an outhouse''
"mansion''
"Outhouse''
"mansion''
"Outhouse''
"Oh, yeah whatever it's an outhouse, now shut up!'' I say laughing at him, making air quotes around the word outhouse. He looks at me and grins and my laughter get even worse but eventually it dies down.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"Cuz outhouse means a toilet"
So smooth, Soo Smooth, Xander thought
"Why did you bring me here?'' I ask
"Cuz you need medical attention'' he replies
"Why didn't you just take me to a hospital or doctor?'' I ask but i thank god silently that he didn't, wha? am i falling for this guy? Hell to the No!
"Cuz I don't want to go through the trouble of explaining how you hurt yourself and they might call the police and I couldn't take the risk''
"I could have went alone, ya know, you could have dropped me round the corner and I would have went in without any problem'' well maybe a little I thought
"I couldn't have let you go by yourself, I might hate your kind and kill them for a living but I wouldn't stoop that low'' hey says "Plus, as much as I would hate my egoistic brother, he knows a lot about medicines and wounds''
"He's egoistic?'' I mutter, glad that he can't hear
"Who's your brother? And is he hot?'' I ask flirty
"Xavier and no he is not hot, unless you count a fat hippo's butt as hot'' he leads me to the front door and unlocks it.
"Whoa'' I say "You live here?''
"No, my brother lives with me'' he says
"Oh, now, now I can't trust you at all when you say he is not hot cuz I've heard about you and I know that you have a sister who is a few years younger than you are and a twin brother, so no, I for one ,do not believe you'' Xander leans on the door frame and faces me with a big grin on his face, that scares the hell out of me
"A twin looks much like you do and if you don't believe me when I say that Xavier isn't hot then shouldn't that mean that you think that I am hot?!'' he says, on the verge of laughing. I felt my cheeks flush but
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