The Party That Got My Bad Boy

Chapter 13 - The Spring Break

Picture : Mikka

Chapter 13

These days school was going by pretty fast and spring break finally closed in. YES. My week to do absolutely nothing. Oh FINALLY. It was Saturday and my lazy plans started…now. I walked into my room and started blasting music from my iTunes on my laptop.

I lay down on my bed and read a good book. Yes. A week to do nothing. I know Ruth and Fraido had an excuse to fuck more, because apparently sex helps the baby come along. I was midway in my book when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Nive. I picked and said “Hey”

“Hey”

“Hey”

“I think we said that already”

“Well you called me, what do you want”

“I want you to open your door.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m standing right outside it”

“WHAT!” I quickly stood up, looked in a mirror to see if I looked alright. And then opened my bedroom doors. He was RIGHT there. He proudly walked into my room and sat on my bed. I turned around and closed my doors behind me. Then I faced him and said “who let you in?”

“Your butler”

“I’m gonna kill him”

“Hahahaha, don’t bother…I like him” Nive said with a smile. I don’t know what just happened. But Nive and spent the whole day hanging out and chatting. I for real don’t understand our relationship.

I had on a wool crop sweater and jean short shorts. Nive was such an easy person to talk to. And when he wasn’t making me nervous he actually listened to me. By night fall…I guess we had spent too much time to not feel anything for each other. We watched the movie Scream in my room.  

Somehow I fell asleep. And when I woke up I was cuddled up against a sleeping Nive. Okay. Two options. One : Stay like this, because it was fucking comfy. Two : Move and scream like a mad woman because this wrong and I shouldn’t be doing this.

Alright, I’m going to fuck option two and just stay like this. It was nice…until Nive woke up and noticed our position. Nive looked down at me and said “you know, I’m getting tired of leaving you alone”

“Huh----?” I was cut off when Nive’s soft warm sweet lips finally brushed mine. I can’t say I haven’t been waiting for this…because I have. I wasn’t waiting anymore. I kissed him back. Which lead to a really hot make-out session. And DAMN he was good.

Clothes were removed and more than just lips were being kissed. His lips touched base with my breasts and lower than that. Groaning and moaning was involved too. Let’s just say by the end of it we were both happily under my covers with less than what we had on. My hair was a mess, but Nive didn’t care. I liked this. I just hope we didn’t just have sex…for nothing.

So I asked the important question “what does this mean?”

“That I liked you when I first met you, and I wanted to do that months ago”

“Ya me too, but I mean where do we stand?”

“Where do you wanna stand?”

“Seriously”

“Look, I actually like you a lot. Which doesn’t happen often. So if you want to date me…cool. But if you don’t----” I cut him off with a deep French kiss. That better answer that. “Well that answers my question” he said slyly. That night set the standard for us. I finally had a legit boyfriend. One that didn’t just want me for sex, or making-out, or just to say he had a GF. I had a boyfriend who actually loved me.

Life was good. Spring break was awesome. And I was really happy. On the days that followed I stopped driving to school, because I had a boyfriend who picked me up on his awesome motorcycle. It was Wednesday, and now April. Lots rain and cloudy days. Ruth had two months left. And Prom was going to happen in a week.

Ruth had to get another dress, but I think she knew she was going to win anyway. School was actually fun now. I got to one those bad ass couples who made-out at their lockers, near the fountains, in the stairwells. Oh ya we were doing that a lot.

It was last period history class. And after Ms. Daily assigned the work. She sat at her desk doing…well whatever she does there. Nive and found a way to kiss in class too. Wow it was nice to have a hot bad boy, boyfriend.

After school. Nive actually trusted me to drive his motorcycle. Alright. I put his helmet and got on. He got on behind. And I started it up. It actually wasn’t that hard. Kind of like riding a bike…only no pedals.

Boy was this fun.

Writer's note : Okay, hey readers! You may be wondering why things are speeding up. Well sadly...we are nearing near the end of the book. Don't worry there going to be a few more chapters, but this book isn't going to be so long. Anyhow, comment PLEASE. I do like to know what people think of my book. 

And keep reading to see the epic conclusion! :)