Tutoring Mr. "Bad" boy.

Chapter 11

I feel a wave of cold air blow over my body and I sleepily reach out for my blanket to cover myself, my eyes still tightly shut.
I wasn't about to let a blanket search wake me up from my sleep.

I groped around but couldn't find any blanket. Funny enough I keep touching something that feels very weird and hard.

Like an arm???

Did mom come sleep in my bed,  AGAIN????

I try to pry my eyes open but the blinding sun rays keep gluing them back shut.

And did she open the curtains,  AGAIN???

I really have to start locking my door, I think to myself as I lie there, wondering whether to go back to sleep or just wake up.

"Mom," I mumble, nudging at the sleepy figure beside me. "Let me go," I continue, trying to pry her hands off me.

But why'd her arm feel so big?
Since when did mom become so strong and muscular and veiny, I wonder, trying even more harder to get away.

"Good morning, princess."

My heart froze.
I swear it, it did.
That's definitely not mom's voice!

The deep, sleepy male voice sends my eyes opening up real wide instantly!
I turn to face the owner of the voice in horror, only to find Randy staring into my face!

Tf is Randy doing in my bed????

Several thoughts start to ran through my head.
I mean, I possibly couldn't have....we possibly couldn't have...
Right???

"Randy, why the hell are you in my bed?" I voice out my thoughts, starting to panic.

"Good morning, princess," he repeats with a smile and I feel the grip on me loosen.

"Good morning, princess?" I ask, trying to mimic him. "Really???"
He only smiles at me, shaking his head amusedly.

"Get out!" I half yell, trying to push him off the bed, and it's then I realize.....

I had it all wrong.

Relieve zapped through my body like electricity and I release a sigh I didn't realize I was holding.

We weren't in my room, and Randy wasn't in my bed.
We're still on the pool chair at Allen's house!

Even worse!!
I spent the night out of the house!!!

"Get out!" I still insist, pushing him off the chair.
The loud roar of his very annoying laughter is driving me nuts as I sit up straight and try to process what happened within the last few hours.

"Would you be quiet? I'm trying to think,"

"Think about what?" He asks, still laughing.
At this point I'm loosing my patience.

"Nothing happened. We just overslept out here on the chair, that's all," he continues, when I say nothing for a few seconds.

"Okay?" He asks with concern and I slowly nod my head.

I mean, I understand what happened, but admitting it meant he gets to tease me for goodness knows how long about this, and I'm definitely not up for that.