Addicted To The Bad Boy

Chapter 4

School was tiring as hell. I thought the day would have been good since I met Aiden, but man, the rest of the day sucked. I laid back on my bed and stared at the blue ceiling in my room. It was relaxing. My whole room was in an ocean theme mainly because I love the ocean and anything marine. The Little Mermaid was my favorite fairy tale since I was a child. I closed my eyes and felt myself slowly drifting away.

Until the annoying sound of my phone ringing started. I sighed and forced my eyed back to open as I got up to answer the call. I didn't even check who it was first.

"Hey." I spoke tiredly.

"Hey, Princess." A husky voice spoke and I immediately gasped.

"How....how did you get my number?" I barely managed to say in my shock.

He chuckled. "Let's just say I'm one of your friend's bro."

Oh shit. How did I not know about Cole and Aiden hanging out? Actually to think about it, maybe he did mention it once or twice, but I never actually paid attention to him.

"What's wrong Princess?" His deep voice whispered seductively.

I could almost feel his hot breath on my neck as I closed my eyes and sighed longingly. HOLD UP. What the actual hell was I doing?! I quickly shook my head to snap out of it and focused my attention back on the phone.

"Princess, if there's something wrong, you can always tell me. You know I will do anything for you." He continued. Wth?

"Nothing's wrong. Just that you won't get lost." I smirked as I imagined how his facial expression would be.

To my dismay, he chuckled. " Man, I'd love to get lost in your pu-"

He didn't get to finish whatever the hell he was going to say because I decided I had enough of him. I gently put my phone down on the nightstand and sighed. Aiden oh Aiden. Why won't you leave me the hell alone?

Suddenly, my phone buzzed again. I decided not to even look at it. Probably a text from stupid Aiden. I laid back on my bed again and stared at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts were flying in my mind.

Who exactly was this Aiden? Was he supposed to be some sort of bad boy? I mean, he had the leather jacket and ripped jeans thing and that badass vibe, but wow. I didn't even know bad boys existed. Thought they were just made up for romance novels. But why was he bothering me that much? Did he want...to have sex with me?!?

I groaned. This would be a long year...