My Badboy

Chapter 15

Brittany POV

I go to his ear and start sucking lightly. That's when the door opens.
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I look up at who interrupted us. I see Blake standing there with a girl on his side. He looks between me and Liam. He keeps opening his mouth making him look like a fish.

His once confused face turns into a ice cold glare. "What's going on in here?" He asks with his fists clenched by his side.

I look between Liam and he looks at me. I can't help but feel guilty.

Why would I feel guilty that Blake caught us. And why do I feel a pang of hurt when I see Blake with other girls? I know he's a player. He's had sex with most of the girl population in our school. I don't get why I'm feeling like this.

I clear my throat and avoid his eyes before speaking. "Nothing is going on here" I slightly slur.

He pushes the other girl away and comes towards me. He grabs my wrist and drags me downstairs.

We go out his door into the cold air. It helps me cool down. Blake starts to drag me to his car. I look down at our hands and blush.
"Where the hell are you going with her?" I hear Liam shout at Blake.

"I'm taking her home." Blake says with no emotion in his voice.

"No you're not!"

Blake stands taller and stares down at Liam. "You gonna stop me?" He asks. Liam gulps, his Adams Apple bobbing.

Liam looks at me with an emotion I can't describe. "See ya tomorrow, Bri." He says quietly. He starts walking with his head hung low.

Blake gets in the car. I glare at him. He can't just so that to my best friend! My stomach grumbles, cutting my thoughts. I blush as I look at Blake. His lips turn up into a small smile.

"Hungry?"

"No!" I scoff.

He turns around and we pull up in McDonald's parking lot. We get out and we go inside. He orders than turns to me. I look at him with a questioning look.

"What do you want?"

"A unicorn, duh." I say asking myself why he didn't think of that first.

He sighs then runs his hands through his hair-which I find to be very hot.

He orders something for me then we go and and wait for our food. When they call us up Blake grabs the food and walks off. The waiter gives me a napkin and winks. I look at it and it's his number. I smirk.

I scored a number! We eat then he drives to his house. "Why aren't you taking me home? Are you gonna kill me?" I ask with my eyebrows scrunched up.

"No" He laughs.

When we get there, he shoos everybody out. The house is now eerily quiet. He leads me to his bedroom and shuts the door. My heart begins to race as he turns around. "You're sleeping here tonight" he says.

I look down at my dress. "I don't have anything to wear." He goes to his drawers and hands me a T-shirt. I go into the bathroom and change. It reaches mid thigh.
I come out and Blake is getting in the bed. He is shirtless, and wearing just bis boxers. As he leans over I can't help but let my eyes roam over his toned back and watch his muscles flex under the light. I blush and look away. He gets in his bed and I stand there not sure what to do.

"Well are you gonna stand there looking like a lost kid, or are you gonna come and sleep?" I look at him and bite my lip. I slowly walk over and get in the bed and under his duvet. He flicks off his lamp, and I feel him staring at me.