Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 10

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, I guess I fell asleep after Jackson left.

I looked at my nightstand and saw Nutella, cookies and cream and a spoon.

"Jackson?" I shouted.
I waited for an answer but beard none. I shrugged and went to the bathroom. I washed my face and decided to take a shower.

After I was done I wrapped a towel around my wet body and rubbed the steam off the mirror.

"JACKSON! IM GONNA DANCE ON YOUR MOTHER FUCKING GRAVE!" I screamed as I tried to furiously rub off the marker mustache, miracle and unibrow along with the matching mole.

I threw on a bra and underwear with a crop top and sweatpants and ran downstairs.

"JACKSON! WHAT THE HELL IS ON MY FACE!" I grabbed a baseball bat and started searching for my target.

"When I find you. I'm gonna make sure you wish you were never born. Unless you tell me how to get this off." I whisper yelled.

I heard something move in the couch.

I slowly and quietly crept over to the couch. I checked behind it, under it, and on top of it. So I'm assuming he's in it.

I walk a few meters away and get a running start. Then I jump up on top of the couch and hear a groan from under neath the cushions.

"That was so uncool Amy." I hear Jackson say from underneath me.

I chuckle, "How do I get this off Denivior?" I ask.

I hear some moving and then I thrown as far up as I can go without touching the ceiling. I scream and shut my eyes waiting for the impact that never comes.

"Open your eyes princess." Jackson whispers in my ear.

I slowly open one eye and notice that I'm in Jacksons arms and not on the ground with a broken leg.

I slapped him on the head.

"Jesus women! What the hell!"

"For being a dickhead." I said.

He shook his head and dropped me.
I slowly got up, not to angry yet.

"Denivior, how do I get this off my face."

He frowned, "I thought you'd like your makeover." He says in monotone.

I raise my eyebrows. "Want me to burn your eyebrows off your face?"

His eyes widen, "No! Here come with me."

I sigh and follow him, he leads me to to bathroom and looks around my cabinet. He grabs some sort of liquid in a bottle and a few Cotten balls.

He dips the bottle into the Cotten and soaks it. Then he puts it on my face gently rubbing the marker.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"In fine. Just get this off my face."

He rolled his eyes and continued rubbing.
There was one piont when I sneezed and the Cotten went in his eye. Whoops.

He scolded me and finished off the marker.

I looked in the mirror and pointed to the mole witch was still on my face.

He groaned, "I liked that part tho."

"Get. It. Off. Or. I'll. kill. You." I glared. If looks could kill...

He sighs and gets it off.

"Thank you." I brush off the invisible dirt and stand up.
He's smirking.
"What?"

"I like your bra."

I gasped and looked down. I get when I stretched my crop top came up a little to far, showing off my black bandeau bra.

"Shit!" I pulled down my shirt and glared at him, "You couldn't of told me sooner ya ass."

He shrugged, "Fish gotta swim."

I rolled my eyes and went upstairs to put in season one of 'Teen wolf.'
I plopped down and started eating my Nutella and ice cream.

"At least this is better than the vampire thingy you were watching earlier." He tells me.

I snorted, "Like you would know. There both amazing." I tell him.

He sighs. "Come on, give me this." He takes away my Nutella and ice cream. I pout.

He rolls his eyes and puts them on my nightstand.
I sigh. And close my eyes, I'm really tired.

"Come on, take a nap." Jackson lays down and helps me go to sleep. "Do you mind?" He asks.

I shake my head no, I'm a a lose for words. I lay down and he puts him arm over my waist.

I snuggle up closer to him and fall asleep next to him.
He's so comfortable.