The Bad Boy Stole My Text Books

Chapter 4

There is a scene in the beginning that was inspired by the Wattpad story The Shy Girl Has A Gun. I absolutely love that story, and I wanted to give credit to the author. Onto the story!

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"I'm so dumb," I sob into my arms. "I shouldn't have let him go."

I look around. I am in a hedge, that has a opening with a door...?

"I really don't know what to do, I let him go. Forever," I say to no one.

"If I just dumped him all those years ago, none of this would have happened. But, I couldn't. I love him. God, I love him so much," I sob.

"I really can't stay mad at him. Hell, I can't stay mad at him for five minutes."

"If only he were different. Wasn't the player boy."

"But I'm not," I hear a voice say.

I look up and see a face I was longing to see.

Justin. Him.

"Justin, get out if my way-"

Before I could finish my sentence, his lips collide with mine. I kiss back, my legs feel like jelly in his arms.

My fingers tangle within his hair. His arms wrap around my waist, his hands right above my butt.

"Why did you come back?" I whisper. "I didn't want to leave you. Ever."

I kiss Justin, making him shut up before he says another word.

"Hey! Love birds! Come on Nicole!" I hear a squeaky voice shout. I turn around and see Chloe waving for me to come. Amber's arm is slung across Chloe's shoulder. Amber looks wasted. "Gotta go," I say. I kiss Justin on the cheek.

He puts his hand on his neck, blushing.

I bound to Chloe and Amber. I look back at Justin. "I love you," I whisper.

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I quietly open my house door. I sneak across the living room floor. Then, I see sugar cookies on the counter, taunting me.

I sneak a cookie, still tiptoeing across the wood flooring. Once I reach the carpet stairs, I run up the stairs, avoiding being caught by my sleeping parents.

I gently close my door. I turn around and see Justin sitting on my bed. "Jesus Christ in a bucket!" I whisper yell. "Suprise!" He says, waving his hands on the air. I chuckle, shaking my head.

I drop my purse and walk up to Justin. I look into his eyes, his dark, hazel eyes. I kiss him, my hands cupping his cheeks.

Justin stands up, not pulling away. I jump up into his arms, his arms holding me up. Again, still not breaking the kiss.

He gently sets me up on the desk.

I pull away from his lips. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"I don't like sex on a desk, I like it on the bed," I say, teasingly. Justin smirks.

I wrap my legs once more around his waist, Justin holding me up with his muscular arms. He put's me on the bed, with him on top of me.

I flip him over like a ninja, with me on top of him. "New Nicole likes to be on top."

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"Good morning sunshine," Justin whispers. I open my eyes and stretch my arms. "Good morning, " I breathe. I get up out of the bed, knocking over my alarm clock.

"Shoot!" I whisper yell, when I hear my mom walking up the stairs. "Honey, are you okay?" I hear her say.

"Get the hell out of here!" I whisper yell at Justin. He quickly opens my window and climbs out. I look over, seeing him hanging onto the window ledge. "Don't fall!" I whisper yell.

"Who are you talking to honey?" I whip around, and see my mom in the door way. "Uh, a pigeon that's holding on for dear life." I look down the window. "Fly little pigeon, fly!"

"You should get dressed," my mom says, looking at me.

I look down at myself, realizing I'm in my bra and panties. "Sorry mom."

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I bound down the stairs. "Ahh!" I shout, tripping down the stairs.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I quickly get up. "I'm okay!"

Wait a minute. Where's Justin?

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