His eyes found mine and I froze. He stands up gently and watches me carefully.

Wow...

I gawk at him as I take in his appearance.

His eyes are painted in a magic shade of blue like the ocean. They are so clear and calm that makes you think that you can easily get lost in them. Yet there are gripping and my eyes seem to be glued to his for a few seconds.

His hair is messy but in a very sexy way as it falls caressing his forehead. His jawline is sharp and sexy and I recall Clary's words that the jawline can be as attractive as the eyes. I didn't know what she meant, until now. But still, his eyes are simply captivating.

I stop thinking as I see his eyes leave mine and look at my body.

Is he checking me out?

My eyes dart down to make sure the small tower covers my naked body and I feel embarrassment unfold inside of me.

His eyes after their tour in my body land on mine, and a small smile graces his lips.

I feel my discomfort and anxiety increase as he continues to study me. Thinking how I can escape this, my eyes turn to the door and then meet his like I'm silently pleading him to leave my room.

"There's no fucking way," A frown marries my forehead at his tone and words.

What does he mean? What does that mean? He's in my room and I'm almost naked. He can't refuse to leave.

I shut my eyelids and take a deep steadying breath. I split my lashes and look towards my dresser to show him that I want to put some clothes on.

"If you want to get dressed then go right ahead. I'm not going anywhere," he states decidedly, not leaving any room for arguments and I just gape at him.

He can't be serious! There's no way I will get dressed in front of some unknown arrogant boy. NO.

I give up and sit on the edge of my bed playing with a fiber that has escaped the soft material of my tower.

"Are you going to sit there while I'm fucking trying to fix this?" His tone is sarcastic filled with clear disbelief.

I glance up at him only to witness his raised eyebrows. I keep gazing steadily at him until he shakes his head in total disapproval.

"I need to fetch some things," He announces moving to the door but just before he exits the room, he turns to me.

"Don't start getting dressed though because I'll come in and you're not going to like how things will turn out," He mutters while a smirk plays on his lips. I roll my eyes and I hear his giggle filling the tensional air as he leaves the room.

Minutes go by and he hasn't returned yet. My nerves have been starting to get the best of me building up my irritation. I wait and wait but nothing. Where is he? I choose to wear a skirt and a white t-shirt but when I'm about to unwrap my tower, he enters.

It takes a second for him to understand and then, he bursts into loud laughter. I roll my eyes shaking my head and take my regular seat in my bed.

"Told yah," I pretend I didn't listen because frankly, I don't know how I'm going to react if I allow his words to sink in on me.

I glance out my window and spot a small curly girl riding a bicycle with her mother on her side. They laugh and look happy as she success without any help. My eyes sting from tears while the memory of what happened to my parents revisits me. I'll never see them again, hear their reassuring voices or hug them and calm myself in their loving embrace. Never again.

"Can you pass me the pliers?" He asks me pulling me out of my sad thoughts and bringing me back to my miserable reality.

My forehead creased in confusion causing a sardonic smirk to appear on his face.

"The little black thin thing," He explains annoyed as if he's pointing out the obvious, something I should already be aware of. I roll my eyes once again and get up. I hand him the 'little, black, thin thing' but instead of taking it, he grips my hand and he attempts to stand up.

His strength and the pressure of his hand catch me off guard. I lose my balance and I fall into his chest. He wraps his arm around my waist to steady me and I choke on my breath. I shudder at his warm touch but I bring myself back to reality quickly when I feel him move and fail to keep his balance too. He grabs the corner of the dresser but his grasp isn't tight enough to hold us both, and I fall.

I collapse on the cold floor with him laying on top of me. The warmth of his body contrasts with the icy ground. For a moment, his eyes are wide open and stare down at me. I feel his hot breath caress my skin and a wave of heat spreads in my face. I get lost for a moment and allow myself to take the chance to examine his face. His rose full lips, his beautiful magical blue eyes that don't quit follow mine, and the way that his blonde hair falls gracefully in his forehead.

All my thoughts vanish in a flash as he begins laughing noisily and anger posses me. He rolls over and rests his body on the ground just next to me. I sit up a little only to see that my tower is just above...Oh god, no...

I cover my body quickly and stand up, something that causes his laughter to get more powerful. He's so annoying!

"Don't worry," he mutters "It's not something I haven't seen before. If there's I'll throw a dollar at it."

My eyes narrow and a feeling of rage washes over me while I use every bit of composure and self-discipline I have left to control myself.

If things weren't the way they are and if I wasn't like I'm, I'm sure I would be yelling and slapping him.

I pick my clothes up before walking towards the door. There's no way I'll be staying another minute in the same room as him. NO WAY!

"You're so weak" he groans as he stands up and I make my way to the door. The second my hand touches the knob, the door opens revealing a tall young boy with round kind brown eyes.

Noah's eyes find mine, move to my tower, and lastly at him.

"What are you doing?" Noah asks the obnoxious and rude young boy in my room.

"Didn't you fucking call me to fix this?" He questions with raised eyebrows and I roll my eyes again. There's something about him that makes me feel so mad and annoyed.

"Just let her get dressed and you can come back in a minute." He proposes kindly and I silently thank him for it. I have a feeling that we'll be friends. At least I hope so.

The boy doesn't move an inch in return so Noah speaks again.

"Corbyn, come on," Oh, so this is his name...Corbyn. I like his name, too bad I can't say the same about him.

"Whatever," he says and begins to walk to us. Now that I see him, he's really tall, much taller than me.

Just as I think that my nightmare with him has finally come to an end, he stands before me and leaning down, he whispers to my ear.

"Thanks for the show,"

My eyes widen and I feel my cheeks heat up. He notices my reaction, knowing it's the impact of his words on me and a smirk covers his face.

"See yah," he murmurs and leaves, followed by Noah.