"Like Laura Stokes you mean?" I widened my eyes right after I said it.
I didn't mean for that thought to slip out.
Darcy chuckled, "Yeah, you're nothing like Laura Stokes, Neala Girl."
Wow.
Talk about a low blow.
Laura Stokes was everything I wasn't. She was tall, slim, had a big arse, and big boobs. She was beautiful and had naturally long thick strawberry blonde hair. Darcy saying I was nothing like her shouldn't have hurt or upset me so much, but damn it, it did.
"You know what? Fuck you, Darcy!" I snapped and stood up off the couch and stormed out of the room. "And I am virgin," I shouted, "but so what?"
"What the hell did I do?" Darcy shouted as he followed me out of the living room and into the kitchen.
I stormed all the way to the storage room and slammed the door shut after I was inside it.
"Neala, are you seriously escaping me by going back into the storage room?"
I was trying to escape.
I slapped the door. "Leave. Me. Alone."
He was silent for a moment then a little thud came against the door and I didn't know if he was leaning against it or not.
"I don't know what is wrong with you, and you can bet your arse we'll be talking about it, but if you wanna sulk in there like a child for awhile, go ahead."
Don't take the bait.
"I will."
"You do that," Darcy laughed.
I screeched, "Go. Away!"
God.
"No, this is my house, remember?"
He couldn't just leave me alone!
I grunted in defeat and kicked the door open, it hit Darcy who was standing behind it and he yelped like a girl. That made me feel a little better. I stepped out of the storage room and walked out like nothing was wrong. I made sure to ignore Darcy and stupid Einstein.
Darcy grabbed my arm in the hallway and spun me around to face him.
"Okay, what is wrong with you?"
I deadpanned, "You don't know?"
"I really don't so enlighten me."
He did look confused, so I decided to enlighten the lad.
"You called me fat and ugly."
Darcy started at me with wide, unblinking eyes. "You've officially lost your mind."
I scoffed, "How did you figure that?"
Darcy placed his free hand on my other arm and shook me.
"I did not call you fat or ugly. I never even mentioned the words."
"You didn't have to, it was implied!" I hissed.
Darcy look so confused that I almost pitied him.
Almost.
"Neala... What the fuck?"
I blew a large amount of air through my nostrils and said, "You said I was nothing like Laura Stokes. She is perfect if there is such a thing. She is gorgeous, tall, and skinny, and everything else that I'm not. I don't care that I'm not, but you didn't have to say it."
Darcy's shoulders slumped a little.
"You got mad because I said you aren't like Laura?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Call me crazy, but no girl, even an enemy, likes hearing they're nothing like a girl who could easily pass for a supermodel."
Darcy stared at me for a long moment, then the bastard burst out laughing.
I was instantly furious.
"You're an insensitive piece of-"
"You're crazy if you took what I said as an insult instead of a compliment," Darcy cut me off, still laughing.
Come again?
"Wait a fecking minute, I'm supposed to be flattered you think I'm nothing like Laura?" I clarified.
Darcy nodded his head.
"How do you figure that one?" I snapped.
He just shook his head and laughed.
"Answer me," I demanded.
Darcy tilted his head back and sighed before he lowered his head, and gaze, back to mine.
"Do you want to stand here and talk about this, or do you want to get out of this house?"
Topic change.
I hesitated for a moment then said, "Get out of the house."
Darcy nodded his head once. "That's what I thought, so help me figure a way out of here."
I'd let it go for the moment, but as soon as we weren't in a survivor panic mode I would be back on his case demanding to know what he meant.
"Okay, so all the door exits and windows are blocked up with snow. The smart thing to do now would be to ring someone to help get us out of here."
I chewed on my lower lip for a moment then gasped, "I left me phone in the pub with me ma last night!"
At the time I didn't want to bring it with me because I had no pockets on my blazer or dress and I didn't want to hold it while cycling the bike I got a loan of to go up the mountain. I then thought about the bike, and the kid who loaned it to me and inwardly groaned. He was so going to tell his parents I stole the stupid thing from him.
"Good thing I have mine then, isn't it?" Darcy quipped then turned and headed down the hall to his bedroom.