Playing With The Bad Boy

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The blinding rays of sunlight woke me up from my beauty sleep. Why does waking up have to awfully blinding? Screw you, Mr. Sun.

I rolled over and saw Jace, sleeping adorably. He looks so innocent and cute. I can't help the smile that crept onto my face. My face dropped when my gaze averted to the clock.

"Shit!" I shouted.

Jace literally jumped from the bed and scowled at me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled in frustration after he sees that nothing was wrong.

"We're late for school! It's already 11 in the morning for god's sake! My attendance was perfect!" I exclaimed.

"I could care less about your attendance. I thought you screamed because of a lizard or something." He whispered the last sentence to his self but I can clearly hear it. He shifted back to bed grabbing my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"So,  our bad boy is afraid of lizarda?" I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. He is just too badass to be afraid of lizards.

"No!" He defended, crossing his arms sleepily. Damn, his bed hair and his muscles.

I licked my lips absentmindedly.

"Liking the view are we?" He smirked. "Don't worry, I do to." he added.

I quickly looked down at my body and saw the shirt that I was wearing is off my shoulders, showing off my red lacy bra.

I grabbed the covers and covered myself. I bet I'm red as my bra now.

"Aww, don't ruin the view." He pouted his lips.

"Shut up!" I frowned.

"Your body is a blessing, you should show it off. You're hot and I'm hot; our bodies need each other." He winked, earning a smack from me.

"You're not that hot." I lied. He is awfully hot.

"Complete and utter lie. I know you want me. All you need to do is say it." He smirked.

"Don't flatter youself, Carter." I rolled my eyes.

"I don't. I was just stating a fact. Like when you kept yelling my name last night. I bet you had a very nasty dream." He winked. I felt heat rise upon my cheeks. "Just kidding, cupcake." he winked. Again.

"You wink a lot." I rolled my eyes, changing the topic.

"And you roll your eyes a lot." He chuckled.

My tummy growled loudly, earning a fit of laughter from Jace.

"That is so unladylike." He said in-between laughs.

"I can't help it. Your face reminds me of pancakes." I pouted, plastering an innocent look on my face.

"Why? Because my face is yummy?" He smirked.

"Nope. I forgot to add 'pancake with syrup'." I smirked. Lies again.

He knotted his eyebrows. "What does it has to do with my face?" He asked. He is so adorable when he's confused.

"Because your face is so sticky." I faked a disgusted expression.

"And lickable?" He smirked, wagging his eyebrows.

"Yeah, my dog is a good licker." I replied.

"Sure." He replied nonchalantly.

"Whatever." I got up by my elbow to go to the bathroom.