The BadAss And The Nerd

Chapter 2- Just What The Hell Did Flynn Do?

 

                I wake up to the sun blaring into my eyes and something cold dripping onto my face. What the hell? I spring up and get a head rush. I hold my head in my hands and wipe my eyes to get a clear view. My head snaps up to the sound of chuckling, a male tone. I turn to my left and my eyes widen as I take Flynn in, in only a towel wrapped around his waist with water droplets glistening his skin. His dark hair is dripping with water, he was standing over me so that was the cold sensation I felt. I look up to his face again once my eyes were beginning to roam his chest, I take in his green eyes that now sparkle as bits of light hit them. His chiseled jaw that seems to be sculpted to perfection, his perfect nose, I guess that's the way to describe him. Perfect.

                “What the hell are you doing?” I exclaim as I get up from my bed and head into my closet, anything to get away from the imposing male specimen.

                “What’s wrong bookie Brook?” his taunting voice drift to my ears, I can feel the smirk on his face.

                “You ready to leave my house yet?” I ignore his question.

                “Nope, I need a ride for school,” he pops the p. Oh hell no, there’s no way I’m riding with him to school.

                “No way,” I pop my head out and step out once I see he’s dressed. “Wait, where’d you get those clothes from?” I point at his attire.

                “Your dad left really early,” is his response.

                “You stole his clothes?”

                “Borrowed,” he corrects.

                “You know what, I don’t even care anymore. You already had your shower and took some clothes so just leave, you should get a head start on your walk to school,” I grab some things as I head into my shower and slam the door. Hopefully, he’ll get the message and be gone by the time I’m done getting ready.

                I step into the warm water and let it cascade down my body. I scrub away until my skin feels fresh and clean. I wash my hair thoroughly with my strawberry shampoo and let the scent invade my nostrils. Once I’m done I step out with a towel wrapped around my body and head to my vanity. My clothes are hanging on the rack in my bathroom. Thank god I have a humongous room to work in. I brush my hair and change into my dark grey jeans with a black off the shoulder top paired with my black Vans. I let my hair down in its usual curls.

                I was about to step out when loud music begins to boom through the speaker in my room. I quickly walk out to see Flynn messing around with my things. All American Rejects’ Gives You Hell playing in the background.

                “How fitting,” I state, well more like scream as he’s playing it pretty loud.

                “It is, isn’t it?” he smirks.

                “Why the hell are you still here?”

                “I’m hungry,” he shrugs.

                “Well there are plenty of places for you to eat at,” I grab my backpack and head out my door. I hear his footsteps behind me. I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen where I grab a granola bar and a bottle of orange juice.

                “Thanks,” I hear Flynn’s obnoxious voice. I look around the room, nope just me here.

                “What, oh no, this is for me,” I hold up my food before putting it in my bag and heading out the door.