Sharing with boys and the bad boy

Chapter 11: Game On Woods.

Chapter 11:

Normally I wake up when I want to. It's not everyday you get woken up by a feather up your nose.

A FEATHER!

My eyes twitched and I swatted at the tickling stick. It moved and I smiled happily. I buried myself further into my comforter and relaxed my eyes.

I just want to go back to my dream. The one with Ollie. I couldn't stop thinking about his features. The way his hair was messy but not the i-dont-give-a-shit messy, it's the I-know-I-dont-need-to-try-to-look-hot messy. The why you could drown in his eyes as they absorb you into a deep bliss. He's like a living Greek god. The way his muscles were so defined, how they pulsed against his top. But you know how all good things have to come to an end? Well when a heavy 19 year old ends up straddling you? You always question if good things just get better. Although, that doesn't really come to mind when you're sleeping.

"Get off of me." I hissed to the unknown person on top of me. A small chuckled ran through their body and I felt it vibrate through my abdomen.

"Aw come on Willow, how's that to greet your best friend?" The voice was low and husky. His weight shifted and he rolled next to me. I risked a glance and saw Jason hovering by my face.

"Peekaboo!" He whispered. I glared at him and he pushed my shoulder.

"Oh come on Willow! I wanna know what happened last night..." He whined and poked me multiple times in the arm.

"Say Hi to the floor for me." I muttered. He looked at me confused.

"Wha-"

My hand shot out quickly, taking him by surprise when I pushed him to the floor. He landed with a thump and I could tell the carpet wasn't the softest of landings.

"Ouch." I let out a bark of laughter, surprising myself. I was never this happy at... I glanced at the bedside clock... 7AM?!

"Oh my god Jason. You better have a suitable reason to be waking me up this early, oh my days!" I rubbed a hand across my face and let out a huge yawn. When my eyes reopened, Jason looked amused. He picked himself off of the floor and rubbed the invisible dust off of his sweatpants.

"Attractive face you had going on. I just told you, what happened last night?" I shrugged my shoulders but couldn't help to smile as I remember our cheeky kiss. Would he be okay of I told Jason? Would he be pissed?

"It was nice. We had dinner and a movie. It was a laugh and had a good time." I said, skipping out the kiss. I wasn't sure Ollie would want everyone knowing. Not sure if I do either. Jason just smirked.

"I'm surprised with you Willow." I tilted my head confused. He chuckled.

"I thought it would be you that came to me, happy as larry about a certain kiss, not Ollie." I grinned at his British term. Wait- Ollie told him?!

"I- err-" I was lost for words. Jason rolled over on to me and rested his chin on my chest, his piercing blue eyes, burning straight into mine. They twinkled with amusement.

"Aw WilWil, never thought I would see you lost for words. From the week that I have known you, you never stop talk-OW!" I stopped his tease with a thump to the arm. He groaned and sat up, giving his arm a rub.

"Christ Willow, you should be a fighter." He muttered, flipping me off. I let out a laugh, returning it and pinching his cheeks as I stood up.

"Right, ass out my room, while I change." Jason's eyes narrowed and then a playful smirk flashed onto his face. The next words were yelled loudly.