The Bad Boy of Mine

Chapter 42 ll It's hard being sleeping beauty.

Zoey's POV

It's been almost two weeks since the really dumb incident and I'm still embarrassed over how foolish I was.

Well let's not dwell on that for the time being.

Chris' birthday is only five days away but I have absolutely no idea how to go about celebrating it for him.

I haven't seen Levi and the rest of the boys for quite a while, maybe I should speak to them to plan the whole thing.
Chris scolded me so badly for the whole Jason debacle thing and he hasn't really forgiven me for it. I get where he's coming from, but it's killing me physically and spiritually that he's still upset over it.

Goddamn it, Chris. He's so annoying and infuriating sometimes, I wonder why am I in love with him. Goddamn it, Zoey.

I hop off Chris' bed to find him asleep on the couch with one of his hands outstretched. The gears in my brain spin and grind and - hehehe, guess who came up with an unoriginal evil plan.

I hop to the kitchen to get some whipped cream out of the refrigerator. Once I got hold of a whole bottle of it, I tiptoe to the sleeping Chris and squeeze a load of cream onto his open palm. If he gets angry at me for doing this, I'm going to blame it on him. His open palm is practically hollering at me to do this.

I bite back my laughter and reach out to tickle Chris' nose. He grumbles something under his breath but doesn't move. I scowl at him and flick his nose softly.

He shifts, the hand with the cream moves and - instead of the cream landing onto his face as expected, Chris' hand went straight for my face.

I squeeze my eyes together and freeze, as if bracing myself for more whipped cream to be smashed into my face.

Slowly, I wipe off the cream covering my eyes and open them.

Chris peeks through an eye and starts laughing hysterically. His whole body is trembling with laughter as he lies on the couch.

I can only stare at him unbelievably.

Every time he tries to stop laughing, he looks over at me and he bursts into more fits of laughter.

Goddamn it.

Not wanting him to get away with this, I take his shirt and rub my face with it.

When I'm done, he looks down at his dirty black shirt and scowls at me.

"Why did you do that!"

"Because you did this!" I gesture to my equally dirty face.

"I like this shirt!"

"I like my face! And you have like thirty pieces of the same shirt!"

"No?" He proceeds to tug his shirt over his head and grins widely as he looks at the tag at the collar of the shirt.

"See, this is a different brand." He smiles smugly, oblivious to my distressed struggle to not stare at his shirtless self.

Goddamn it, Chris.

"Right." I run to the kitchen to get my face cleaned up and also to prevent myself from staring.
When I got out of the kitchen, Chris has put on a new black shirt, thankfully, and is sitting on the couch, typing away on his phone.

Which reminds me, that I should start brainstorming on how I can celebrate his birthday for him.

I stride back into the bedroom to retrieve my phone. Before I can dial in Seth's number, Chris walks into the room. Great.