The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
-Ayn Rand.
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"Wake up sleepy head!" Someone yelled in my ear.
"Go away!" I half yelled back.
"It's one in the afternoon, come on get up now precious."
"Nathan, what the heck?" I quickly sat up.
"Urm yah it's me." Nathan laughed, showing off his small dimples; how hadn't I noticed them before but noticed them when I was still half asleep? Nonetheless, they made him look even cuter.
"Lucas is going to kill you if he finds out that you're in my room." I muttered.
"Well he's not here, so he'll never find out."
Great, Lucas is at work, how could I forget?
"Why and how did you get into my house?" I asked.
"You shouldn't leave your window open." He smirked.
I groaned then shouted. "Get off of my bed!"
Nathan didn't move so I shouted again "get out!"
"Hey what happened to your arm?" He asked as he pulled my arm and ran his finger over the scars, sending warmth up my arms.
"Nothing." I muttered. "Now leave."
"Hmm okay." Nathan stood up then looked down at me and smirked. "You might want to cover up a little." Nathan then walked out of my room.
I looked down at myself and noticed that half of my cleavage was on show. Ergh
I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth then took a quick shower. I walked back to my room to see a beautiful creature laying on my bed. Wait what?
"Why are you in a towel?" Nathan smirked as he sat up.
"Why are you in my room?" I shouted. "Get out, I need to get dressed!"
"Are you a bank loan? Because you've got my interest." He smirked but I glared straight at him in response. "Geez calm down, I'm going." Nathan then walked out again.
I got dressed into some black skinny jeans, tucked in a pale coloured shirt and slid on some boots. I then put on a small amount of makeup and went downstairs.
I walked into the kitchen to see Nathan stood next to the stove whilst flipping pancakes over it. Woah he looks beautiful. Wait no, stop looking at him like that. I thought to myself.
"Just take a picture of me to make the it last longer, and so that you can check me out anytime you want." Nathan turned around to face me and flashed me a smile whilst showing off his perfect pearly white teeth and cute dimples.
YOU ARE READING
Falling for him
Teen FictionNancy Austin, eighteen year old good girl, is trying to live a somewhat normal life with her brother Lucas, after a hard past, until the new bad boy Nathan Jones moves across the street from her. Nathan, who happens to be a player is not the type...