Liked then Hated (On hold)

Chapter three:Morning?

Chapter three:Morning? Its 10:00!

Cameron's POV

I wake up to bright sunlight streaming through my window. I look at the clock, which reads 7:55.

Shit!School starts in 35 minutes.

I try to get up but the damn arms around my waist are holding me down.

Wait. OH MY GOD THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE IN MY BED!!!Oh thank goodness it's just Alex. Wait, why is Alex in my bed?

I glance down and gulp when I see his bare chest. I make sure all my clothes are still on, and relax when I find out that they are.

I look at his face and study all the curves and perfections of it.

That's when I remember. School.

I hit him on the shoulder to wake him up but he just snuggles into me. Who new the bad boy could be so snuggly?

Come on, Cameron, focus on the task at hand.

Speaking of hands, I reach up and slap his perfect face.

He opens his eyes suddenly and grabs my wrist tightly.

"Alex, that hurts," I say. Actually it feels like the circulation is being cut off.

He lets go and mutters,"Sorry."

"Alex, It's eight o' clock, we need to get to school!"I say, remembering why I woke him up.

" Let's skip,"He says then pulls me back to his chest.

I'm pretty sure he would never do this if he was wide awake. I sigh, then slap him again.

"Don't hit me," He says,annoyed.

"We have to get to school," I tell him.

He ignores me and holds me tighter.

Eventually I just give in and fall back to sleep.
............................

I wake up to warm breath on my face.

I open my eyes and find Alex's face inches away from mine.

He opens his eyes, smiles, and says,"Good morning."

"Morning? It's 10:00," I say, looking at the clock.

"Shit!" He says.

"That wasn't what you said earlier," I tell him.

"When?" He asks, confused.

"At eight o' clock you wanted to skip and wouldn't let me get out of bed," I say.

He blushes and mutters,"Sorry."

Oh my gosh did Alex just blush?

"You're blushing," I say.

"No,I'm not," He says, but his cheeks betray him and turn a much darker shade of red.

"So what are we going to do today?" He asks, trying to change the subject. I let him do it.

"Maybe just chill at my house," I say.

"Are your parents home?" He asks.

"No, if they were we would be at school and you would be asked why you were in my bed. Shirtless, may I add," I say, glancing down at his chest. But my stupid eyes don't obey my brain and stay there just a bit longer than nessiscary.

"See something you like?" He asks.

"No," I say, blushing.

"We should probably get up," I say.