The Vintage Girl and Her Bad Boy Lover (Book 1 in the Once Upon A Time Trilogy)

Chapter 2

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I know I haven't been on in what feels like forever. But I'm updating this chapter. I'm in love with chapter, it gives a little insight to Audrey and Jesse. So enjoy and please vote and comment! Love all my readers so much!!! P.S. Play the song during Audrey's POV (Point of View) picture above of Zoey Deutch as Audrey

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Audrey's POV

I stood there, dumbfounded, with this stupid and confused look on my face. He gave me his name and left. Maybe I should've made brownies and brought them over. Isn't that what most people do for new neighbors? Oh, what do I know!? I'm 16, for Christ's sake. I walk back into my house, determined to make things right. I sit down to make a cake, looking though my mother's old recipes for the perfect one.
I skim through the book, until my eyes land on the cake that I want. It was the perfect cake for the new neighbors. As I set to making an upside down cake, I turn on the radio and listen to St Louis Blues by Louis Armstrong, one of my favorite songs. I begin to throw the ingredients together as I dance around the kitchen and harmonize with the music slowly floating out of the small speaker on the small dial radio. I placed the cake into the efficient oven and set the timer for 30 minutes. 'Hmm, what should I do now?' I thought to myself, as I looked around the kitchen for something to do.
I decided to go back to my room and continue reading by my window. A few chapters into the book, I hear a noise that makes me turn my head outside. I notice the man, Jesse, walk outside and put up a basketball net near the front of his driveway and start dribbling a ball. He shoots from the end of his driveway and I notice the ball fly through the air and right into the net, as if the net weren't even there. Jesse walks over and picks up the ball before it rolls into my yard and looks up at my house.
I scrunch up my eyebrows, confused. Why would he be looking at my house? Is he looking for me? I immediately back away from my window seat, trying to catch my breath. Maybe he felt my eyes on his body. Speaking of his body, yum, his muscles and his black hair dropping with sweat. I imagined his hands on my body. "What are you doing, Aud!!?" I shouted out loud to myself. I had to get a hold of myself. 'You're sixteen, he's nineteen. Totally out of league, and not to mention, you're not even his type.' I walked to my mirror and stared at myself.
My hair was a gorgeous, shiny black that came down to right above my bum. And my legs were tan and long and extremely sexy. Not a single hair to be found on them. And my curves were perfect. But I didn't think I was good enough for Jesse. His type, I imagined, was bad. The type to shoot up a bank, not make a cake for the new neighbor. But, I am pretty hot, if I do say myself, so why don't I feel hot enough to get his attention? I shook my head, hoping to shake the thoughts out of my head.
Why should I care what he thinks? I scoff, and race down the stairs, almost tripping, hearing the timer signaling the cake was done baking. I pull the cake out and pull out the aluminum foil to wrap it over the top of the cake once it is fully cooled down.
After another 20 minutes, when I believe it is cool enough to cover, I tear off the foil, cover the cake and take it over to Jesse's house, not realizing I locked the front door behind me.

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Jesse's POV

After what seems like slamming the door in the girl's face, I walk to the family room, breathing heavily. All she did was tell me her name, and I got hot all over. I'm supposed to be blending in, and all I can think of is running my hands over Audrey's body. What a modest name for such a sexy girl. "Audrey, Audrey," I whispered to myself over and over and over again, just letting her name slip of the end of my tongue. I can tell she's younger than me, she's vulnerable and easily intimidated, but it turns me on so bad. I walk to the bathroom, needing to release the overtaking feeling I have in my lower region.
About 10 minutes later, after showering and cleaning the bathroom of any trace of remnants, I walk outside to shoot some hoops. The sun was hot, the wind was blowing, and I needed to blow off some steam. I pulled the basketball net to the end of the driveway closest to the house and walked to the other end. I dribble the ball a few times and launch the ball from my hands in a perfect stance, knowing I was going to make it.
The ball made it through the net, almost as if the net wasn't even there, and I smiled a little, did a mental victory dance, and went to pick up the ball before it rolled into Audrey's yard. I didn't think I could handle seeing her again. I ran my hand through my sweat covered hair, combing it away from my face. As I walked a few steps away from her yard, the hair on the back of my neck stood up, signaling that someone was watching.
I turned around and looked at her house, looking for a source of the feeling. Just as I was about to turn back around and continue practicing, I noticed slight movement from the attic window. 'So that's where she's been hiding.' I chuckled to myself. I began dribbling again, did a few lay-ups, when I heard her door open and close. I knew she was coming back over. She just couldn't get enough of me, could she? I looked over, after making another shot, and noticed she had a pan in her hands. A cake? She baked me a cake? I laughed to myself, but who am I to turn down a perfectly good cake? I walked over to her, the ball under my arm.
"Hey, Stranger!" She yells as she walks closer to me, trying to flirt with me. I chuckle. God, Jesse, get it together.
"Hey, yourself. What do you want now?" I tried as hard as I could to sound rude, I didn't need her around, even though my body ached for her to be on me, and my lips pulsed with the need to kiss her full pink lips.
"Just thought I'd bring you a cake. And wanted to know if maybe you'd like to go with me to a movie tomorrow night? The theatre is showing Easy Virtue," she bowed her head slightly, clearly embarrassed, and hands me the cake.
"Yea, I guess. Nothing better to do," I chuckle loudly as her head shoots up and she beams at me.
"Okay, of course, lovely. I'll stop by your house to get you around 6, then," she says calmly, although I can tell she is bouncing with joy inside. She turns around and strolls back her house. I watch her, checking out her butt and the way her dress sways with every step. She dances up the steps to her door, and reaches for the door handle. I place the cake on the grass and go back to shooting hoops. The ball just leaves my hands, as I hear her cough behind me. I look at her.
"Something else?" I flirtatiously smile at her, hoping I can speed up the process of getting her to sleep with me.
"I accidentally locked the door when I left, and my parents don't get home for another few hours. Any chance I could come inside and stay with you until they arrive?" She slowly walks up to me, bashful.
"Yea, sure. Let me grab my ball and my towel. Grab the cake," I look at her. I grab my things and walk, with her behind me, to my front door. I open the front door to my house and she gasps.