Chapter 7: Water plus White T-Shirt

"Rozy!" I heard Issac as he was out of breath now standing behind me. "Let me see if you're alright." He demanded.

"She's fine." Roger said his voice flat. I looked up at the smooth chin above me, his once clear blue eyes were dark and livid. I did not even want to look at Issac's eyes. They were more than likely a dark emerald color, looking the same livid. Swords were flying in midair between the two of them. I gripped Roger's shirt tighter as his arms seemed to do the same.

"What the hell were you doing with the ladder?" Even his voice was low and matched the emotions in his eyes.

"Going on the roof." Issac answered with the same flat irritated voice. "Grandfather asked me to clean the gutters and check on the hole in the roof."

"The least you could have done is ask for help." Roger said. Issac was the type of person that did not ask for help. He did everything himself just to guarantee it got done the way he wanted it done.

"I don't need anyone's help."

"The f*ck you do." Roger's voice rose higher. "The ladder could have seriously hurt Rozy." I blushed slightly as his voice went from livid to concern in a matter of a few minutes and the fact that he was still holding me protectively. I pushed against his chest as he loosened the hold on me while I did. His arms hooked at my waist loose as he looked down at me. I saw his blue eyes as they did hold concern, but it was dark with hatred.

"I'm fine." I said low. "It was just an accident. Ladders are really unpredictable right?" I said as Roger bit his lower lip. "Maybe we can help hold the ladder really quick so that it doesn't fall again or anchor it." I looked at the flowers as they seemed to not be hurt at all. "Besides... Issac is rather lucky he wasn't on the ladder, and I was lucky that you pulled me away in time." I looked back up at the blue eyes and smiled. "So... let's anchor the ladder together and we can go plant those flowers." Roger looked over at Issac as he let me go. I turned and looked at the dark green eyes. His hands in fists just as I had imagined him to be.

"Rozy..." Issac's voice was low. "Your glasses." Now that I had focused, he was right. They weren't on my face. I looked around on the ground as Issac went to the ladder and picked them up. He handed them to me as I took them, blushing slightly. I examined them, wiped them off in my shirt and placed them back on.

"They are alright." I spoke. Issac reached his hand up, stopped midway, then went to the ladder.

"Let's anchor this, then you can finish your gardening." Issac said. We took a few minutes to help Issac anchor the ladder, then went around front and started planting the flowers. Roger's mood changed back to the fun loving as we helped each other with the plants.

"You still haven't had a boyfriend?" Roger asked as I watered the flowers we had planted with the hose. I shook my head standing there with my hand on my hip.

"It's just a waste of time." I told him. "Besides, what guy will want to date me when I can't even sit in a restaurant correctly." He looked down at the flower he had just transplanted. "It's not just restaurants that causes it. It's also movie theaters, parties, public pools, sometimes grocery stores. It just depends on the time of month I go. I avoid them at the beginning of the month."

"You don't have to go places to have a boyfriend."

"Yea but most guys my age want to go out there and have fun. They consider all that fun." He stood brushing his hands against each other looking down at the flowers.

"What about... a man then?" He asked. I thought for a moment, putting my finger to my lower lip, then looked at his blue eyes as he looked over at me.

"I just turned eighteen. A man would be way older than me?" He laughed.

"Ten years apart isn't all that bad." His voice got husky. "My parents were fifteen years apart and they lived rather happily.” He started walking over. Forgetting I had the hose in my hands I moved my hand to the front of me.

"Ah!!" He yelled, holding his hands up to try to stop the spray of water. I moved the hose as he stood there, wet. I covered my lips with my hand trying not to laugh as his blond hair stuck to his skelp, his t shirt clung to him, and most of the dirt was cleaned off him. I started laughing then.

"I'm sorry." I said in laughter.

"No, you're not." He said teasing. "Give me that." He went to reach for the hose as I screamed dodging his assault. I turned, figured he was already wet, and sprayed him again. He laughed, picking up the hose itself, as it slipped out of my hand and into his.

"Oh no!!" I exclaimed as he turned the hose to me, his hair dripping as it was fluffy to begin with. "Aww you look like a drowned collie."

"Oh, I'm a dog now?" He asked.

"No, I didn't mean.... AH!!!" I screamed as he sprayed me. My hair tie fell out of my hair as I tried to move away from him. He just laughed, stopped the spraying as I then bumped into someone. I didn't lose my balance but looked up at the green emeralds. A wet body print was on his front as Roger let the handle go on the hose, making the water stop. He looked down at me as I couldn't really see him through my water drenched glasses and couldn't wipe them off to see him. His eyes looked at my body, then at Roger who started walking over.

Issac gripped my wrist, not saying anything, he jerked me around the house. Grandfather's house sat on a small hill, all by itself leaving no neighbors to even look at the property. He went through the front door.

"Issac!" I yelled at him as he continued to drag me upstairs. He shoved me in my room, walked in, closed and locked my door again. I spun around, looking angrily at him. "What the hell...!" I started before he grabbed my upper arms, turned me around to the full body mirror so that I could see myself. He was standing right behind me. He took my glasses, wiped them off with his shirt, then replaced them on my face. I turned my head to protest when he turned my head to look into the mirror.

"What do you see?" He asked me.

"Me and you." I said bluntly, annoyed with him.

"Want to know what I see?" He asked.

"No! I don't care what you see! I was having fun!" I went to turn to him as his hand grasped my chin, turned me back to the mirror.

"What size are you?" He asked.

"What?!" I asked.

"These?" His finger from under my arm had touched the sides of my maturing mounds. I jumped at the touch, gasping.

"They... Um.... Almost a C." I said blushing slightly looking at myself again. My hair down wet, my white shirt clinging to me like a second skin, revealing my Victoria Secrets purple push up bra that could be considered on the seductive side. My cheeks were a little pink from running around, my shorts heavy with the water were slowly going down my average waist revealing the small area between my belly button and a little further south. I felt my cheeks grow even redder as he just stood behind me, looking at me in the mirror. I looked at his green cloudy eyes, then got mad again.

"So, what." I said placing my defiant hands on my waist. "The bra is no different than my two pieces."

"You think that." He said low.

"I'm sure it's not as big of a deal as your thinking." I turned to walk out of the room when he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. I jerked back towards him so suddenly, I bumped into him again but had my other hand against his chest before my whole body collided with his.

"That's not the point!" He yelled. I looked down at his grip on my wrist, then up at his dark green eyes. His mouth was a thin tight line, his jaw line tense as his stance was.

"You're... Are you jealous?" I asked watching his face soften as his other hand grabbed my other wrist that was on his chest. I looked down at his hands on my wrists, tried to step back but he had too much of a hold on me.

"What if I am?" He asked that husky drawl back to his voice.

"You have no reason or right to be jealous."

"And what if he had kissed you?"

"He wouldn't have!" I yelled at him. He grinned, pulling me against him trapping me between his muscular body and his arms. One around my shoulder and the other around my waist. He stood a decent foot taller than I did. I gripped his shirt, then tried to push away from him as his hand went into my wet hair to hold my head still. Even with squirming and trying to push away from him, he was still able to hold me against him. He gripped my hair, forcing my face to lift towards his face. His face came down hovering over mine as my eyes searched his face. Again, I found his lips too close to mine, not able to back away, and his rough unsteady breathing against my face.

"Are you understanding what I am trying to teach you?" He asked. "You can sit there and size up things in your brilliant little head, this should be no problem for you."

"With.... my wet clothes clinging to me like that.... gives off a... a seductive aura... even if it's not meant to." He nodded once and slowly. "Even if the contact wouldn't be wanted.... it can be forced because I am smaller." Again, he nodded once and slowly.

"You are innocent, young and too sweet to be taken advantage of." His voice was still husky as he held me against him. "I will warn you again, Rozy. Keep your contact with Roger to a minimum. He may act considerate, nice and tender to you, but it is only a ploy to get you in bed while you are here this summer. Trust me, Rozy." He said as the grip tightened around me. All I could do was nod just as slowly as he had. He slowly loosened his grip on me, setting me back down as he made sure I was standing straight. "Get a warm shower before you catch a cold." He said that husky note clear as he walked around me, opened the door, left my room and closed the door lightly behind me.

I stood there with my finger on my lower lip looking at myself in my mirror. My cheeks were pink, my hair a mess and my clothes clinging. Growling, I went into the bathroom to take a shower.