Breaking the Bad Boy

Chapter 7

*Emily's P.O.V*

"I know! Ahh he is fineee." I laughed.

The girls continued to talk as I noticed Jessica was being oddly quiet. I turned around and saw her frowning at her phone.

"Earth to Jess!" I called out.

She looked up, her face almost white.

"What is it?"

"I butt dialed James when we were talking about him."

That seemed to get the girls attention as they all turned to face Jessica.

"And how do you feel about that?" Allison asked.

"Wtf Alli?"

"What? It's a good question."

"Well I feel like I'm freaking out!"

"Calm down babe if anything this is just gonna make him want you more. But like I said be careful one day he's just gonna stop talking to you like you had nothing with each other." I explained to Jess.

"GAHHHH!" Jessica called out.

"Keep it down up there!" Connor screamed.

Oh Connor. I smiled just thinking about him. His green-gray eyes and short sandy blonde hair. His laugh and smile.

"What are you so happy about?" Jessica's voice intruded my thoughts.

"Oh nothing, sorry." I replied, blushing.

Jessica gave me a 'we'll discuss this later' look before changing the subject away from me. I sighed there was no getting past this girl.

"Anyways," I heard Jessica speak again,"what if he thinks I'm a freak."

"You know we're here for you no matter what but you also know we don't think you should get with James so I don't really have advice for you."

"Ugh!" Jessica let out a frustrated sigh,"fine let'a talk about something else."

"Let's go see what Connors doing!" Alexis called out followed by giggles in agreement.

Jess sighed, but eventually gave in after convincing from the girls.

Well this should be interesting.

*****

Jessica's P.O.V.

"Well that was interesting." I said to be followed with excessive giggling.

"I call first shower!" Connor called out, again followed with giggling.

He popped his flour covered head in the door before winking and walking away. That flirt.

"Girls!" Ruby yelled to us.

Shit. We all looked at each other worried.

"It was Connor!" I called back.

"Girls AND Connor!" Ruby, who sounded ready to kill at this point, called us.

We all slowly trudged our way downstairs.

"Would someone like to explain to me why my kitchen looks this way? And why you look this way? And why you decided to take your filthy selves up stairs and get stuff everywhere, I'm sure?"

"Well," Connor started," it all started because they came downstairs and wanted to bake."

"No! It all started when Connor through flour at us when we were trying to bake." I threw back.