AN: Here I am, with another one shot. Enjoy :)
I woke up when I felt vibrations on my pillow. I cursed under my breath and reached under the pillow to retrieve my phone. My moodiness went away when I read the text from my best friend, Bea.
Hey Annie, I'll drop by after school. C'ya then :)
p.s. U better not be asleep when I get there, I have a surprise for u.
I smiled at her attempt to make me feel better. She was the best friend I could ever have.
I checked my watch in order to learn how much time I had left until she came here. If she knew I slept all day, I would never hear the end of it.
"Annie, if you are going to skip school, at least do something – preferably with a cute boy." she would say.
And I am not in the mood for that.
I quickly got out of my bed and rushed to the bedroom.
I should be on the Guinness Records for this, I thought, as I brushed my hair and teeth at the same time.
When I was convinced I looked decent enough, I got in my bed again, grabbing my laptop.
I didn't bother with changing my spaghetti strapped top and the boxers I was wearing, since Annie knew I would even go to the mall with my Pj's if I could.
I was just about to turn my laptop on when I realized that I still felt like shit after my killer headache last night.
I wasn't sure what would help it but I was pretty sure that a laptop wouldn't do any help.
Since I couldn't think about any other activities that wouldn't make my headache worse, I decided on daydreaming about a particular someone.
Let me enlighten you, that particular hot piece of – ehm, I mean nice boy was Nick. My oh-not-so-little crush for half a year now.
Nick was a mystery, really. He was a nice person. And, he was smoking hot. Not a common combination.
What I didn't understand about Nick was how he could be this boy who girls drooled over. They say girls like bad boys. So, how did Nick was this hottie even he was the epitome of the good boy?
Well, you are probably wondering, what is stopping me?
The thing is, good boys like good girls. And good girls are shy, they are sweet and they definitely don't have M rated dreams about their crushes.
I admit, people might think I am a good girl, but inside, I definitely don't fit the description.
Now, you probably understand why Nick would never ever want me as a girlfriend. And I have no intention of humiliating myself in front of him.
Well, that doesn't mean he can't be the lead role of my fantasies. Ehm. Yeah...
Nick undressing me... Nick's lips on my skin... Kissing me, touching me... I moan... He meets my gaze... We look into each others eyes...
Someone knocking on the door... Wait! What?
Oh. Weird. Bea never knocks.
"Come in." I said, not bothering to change my half-lying, half-sitting position on my bed.
"Nick?" I asked, my mortification obvious on my face. "What are you doing here?"
"Umm,well...you see..." Nick trailed off, blushing faintly just for a second. His gaze was intense and it was directed to me.
I followed his gaze until my eyes landed on my...uhm, chest area.
Nick is in my room.
In my room... with a BED.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I am not wearing a bra.
And...Nick...IS in my room!
I must have looked pretty confused/shocked/mortified in that moment because Nick tried really hard to finish his sentence. Little did he now that my mortification was because of...ehm... my not-so-PG-13 thoughts.
"The babysitter let me in. Umm, she wanted me to tell you that they were going to the park." He said, his eyes still fixated on my chest.
Thankfully, I was able to shut my mind's rambling off by the time he finished talking.
I was going to talk but I couldn't trust my voice. Instead, I just nodded.
"And, umm, this is your homework." He continued, handing me a blue folder. "Bea asked me to tell you that she was sorry. Apparently she had an emergency."
Ugh. Liar. What was that about Bea being a good friend, again? I take it back.
"Since I am your neighbor and all, she wanted me to give you your homework. And... yeah, that's all." He stopped talking and looked at me expectantly.
"Umm,thanks, Nick." I said, still not over the initial shock.
"So,umm, why weren't you at school today?" Nick asked with a curious expression on his face.
Is it just me or is there a lot of "Umm's" taking place in this conversation?
He was attempting to make small talk, which was fine by me. I mean, we were friends, not close friends, though. But definitely more than acquaintances. Something in between I guess...
I was about to answer his question but I was so absorbed in his...uhm...appearance. His messy light brown hair, deep blue eyes and his delicious body...
Just looking at him made me...hot. So I said the first thing that came into my mind.
"Well, after I had mind blowing epic sex with some college guy at a club, I woke up with a killer hangover so I decided to skip school. Besides, I wouldn't exactly be able to focus." I couldn't believe how serious my face was during the whole sentence.
Now, it was Nick's turn to be shocked. Obviously, I thought, Mr. Good Boy here wouldn't approve things like that.
"I, uhm, well, yeah... you..." He stuttered. Surprisingly, he looked lost for words rather than mortified. Maybe he was just good at hiding his disappointment.
He looked cute anyway, so I started laughing.
"I was just kidding, Nick. I was up all night, looking after my baby sister." I explained. "My parents are on a business trip." I added as an afterthought.
He looked... kind of disappointed?
"Well, yeah... you are too...nice anyway." He muttered under his breath. I am not sure if it was meant for me to hear, though.
I grabbed the homework folder he gave me earlier and threw it at him. It him him on the chest, falling on the floor afterwards.
"What the fu- I mean, hell does that mean?" I asked, confused. I couldn't believe I was still trying to protect my good girl image, even though it was a lost cause.
He just shrugged, not even bothering to pick the folder up. I sighed as I bent down to pick up my homework, my top riding up and revealing a bit of skin in the process.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my hip, clutching the tank top.
"Holy shit! Is that a real tattoo?" Nick exclaimed, suddenly excited.
"Oh fuck. You weren't supposed to see that." I kept cursing under my breath.
A tattoo? Totally not gonna help my good girl image.
"I'll take it as a 'yes' then." He said, grinning.
Seeing his smile made me forget about what I was mad about so I just rolled my eyes instead of denying the fact that, yes, I did have a tattoo.
Oh, hell with the good girl image.
"It was a drunken mistake." I informed him.
"You got drunk?" He asked me, genuinely surprised.
I slapped myself on the forehead. I had completely ruined my very little chance of being with him.
After an amount of time in silence, Nick finally spoke.
"I'm impressed." he stated, still not looking at me in the eyes. Not because he was embarrassed but because he looked like he was memorizing every inch of my body.
Hey, no complaints from me.
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, skeptical. "What? You can't be impressed."
He met my gaze with an amused expression on his face. "And why is that?"
"You are the epitome of good boy. You should totally be freaked out, shocked by this!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
My mind deserves an execution.
"Shocked? Yes. Turned on? Hell,yes." He replied, with a smug grin plastered on his face.
My eyes widened in shock and I decided I was in heaven.
Obviously, I had died because of Nick's hotness.
Yes, it is very possible.
"Oh great. Now, I freaked you out." He added, taking in my shocked expression.
"Oh, no. Freaked out? A little. Turned on? Definitely." I replied, mimicking his earlier words with a smirk on my face. "What did you think I would do, scream 'my virgin ears'?"
He chuckled, making me melt in the process. That sexy bastard.
"I like you. A lot. But I didn't ask you out." Nick said, making me even more confused than I already was.
"I think I know you didn't ask me out, Nick. I realized that when I was waiting for you to." I blurted out – again.
"Oh." He said, looking a little nervous. "I didn't ask you out because... you were such a good girl and well, I am not as good as you think I am. I was kind of... scared, I guess." He explained.
I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.
"I – haha – sorry it's j-just – hahah – ironic." I managed to say while laughing.
Well, I couldn't keep laughing because someone decided to kiss me.
Getting over the initial shock, I responded almost immediately and deepened the kiss. After a while, all I could think about was how his tongue was exploring my mouth. Or how his tongue was tracing my lower lip just a moment ago.
I pulled him to my bed without breaking the kiss. Soon, we were making out, me on top of him and his shirt on the floor. I had learned that he had a tattoo too, by the way.
I pulled away when I felt the bulge in front of his pants.
"Oh fuck." He exclaimed, panicking.
I chuckled. "It's fine, Nick."
"You are not going to scream 'my virgin eyes'?" He said, grinning.
"No, I don't think so. And my eyes – or me, on that matter – are definitely not virgins." I replied, rolling my eyes. "I am still sitting on you, aren't I?"
"Well, if that's the case, there is something I want to confirm."
I raised my eyebrows. "Go ahead."
His face brightened at my words. His hands cupped my face, slowly making their way to my neck, and then to my breasts.
A few seconds later, he was on top, kissing me senseless. "I knew you weren't wearing a bra."
Boys, I thought leaning in again for another kiss.
We were so absorbed in what we were doing, I never saw the text I received.
Thank me later ;) Love, Bea.
p.s. Use protection.
I seriously have loads of school work and I am doing everything I can to procrastinate :) I have 5 more new story ideas but I just don't have time. * Sigh * I hate school...
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Just so you know, I luuuvvvee reviews 3 :D