Badboy and the badass(sample)

Chapter 5

"Chloe! Chloe! wake up!" Joe screamed in my ear.

"Go away!" I turned to my side then covered my head with the blanket. It was silent for a while and i thought he had actually let me sleep. Of course life was just like 'oh you having fun? well think again' and slapped me straight on the face. The clever little brat had climbed on my bed and was jumping on me like i was a freaking trampolin!

"Chloe! Get up! You promised!" he muttered the last part silently. i moved again, causing him to trip and lose balance but I quickly pulled him back onto the bed. turns out my reflexes weren't that rusty after all.

I slowly dragged myself out of bed and went into the shower. I let the water run for a while before i immersed myself in its gory goodness.

i slowly applied my vanilla shower gel my brain still dazed and refusing to wake up. as i slowly registered it hit me that I had no idea where I would take Joe.

I wrapped my towel around myself making sure my tattoo wasn't visible then i stepped out.

"Go tell Jane to please prepare us a picnic basket, we are going for a picnic." he jumped excited then ran out of my room shutting the door quietly behind him. i went over to my wardrobe and picked one of the summer dresses i had. this one was a black floral one and a red clutch and red heels to go. i applied light make up then headed for the kitchen.

"Morning Jane."

"Hi sweety pie. you and Joe going out?"

"Yeah."

"Chloe the basket's packed let's go!" Joe said running into the kitchen.

"Can i have my breakfast first?"

"Uum....no?"

Why do I even ask. I grabbed an apple and my clutch then let him drag me to my Porsche. i waved at Donald as he watched us amused and waved back. He threw me the keys and I caught them effortlessly.

i opened the door for him, put the basket in the back then drove off to my spare apartment. I opened the door for him, went and changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top and a leather jacket to go. I looked over at Joe, and dimmed him worthy of riding on my bike, he had on a pair of blue jeans a white t-shirt and a black jacket he had carried.

"Let's go," i said pulling him out of his reverie. he was staring at my house in awe. "Aww, someone is drooling over my humble little house."

"Humble my ass, when can i move in?"

"Whenever you want."

"Seriously?!"

"No." i tossed him my spare helmet, "Let's go." he followed me behind somewhat disappointed.

"You have a fudging harley!" he screamed once we go to my garage.

"Yep," i replied calmly popping the p.

"Honestly, why are you still leaving in the gated community?"

"This is just a back-up plan, you never know what will happen, and honestly i don't want us too go through what we went through after mom and dad died, that was too much for a 7yr old."

"And for a teenage girl." he added grumpily. I smiled wistfully.

"Get on."

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