A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1)

4. Movie Night From Hell

I sat up immediately as I heard Bear barking. There was someone in my room.

"Knock it off, mutt!" the person snapped, moving toward him.

"Don't you dare touch my dog!" I yelled, launching myself at the intruder. We wrestled for a few moments, Bear snarling and whimpering just a couple of feet away as fury burned my blood. I looked down at the boy I was pinning. "What in the actual hell are you doing here, Corey?"

"Hello to you too."

I glared at him.

He looked back up at me, completely unbothered by having been tackled to the ground.

"Get out of my house."

"Nope."

"I'll call the police."

"No you won't."

"Says you."

He smirked. "Damn straight says me."

I realized that he was quoting me and glared again, my heart beat beginning to slow down once more. "Freak," I muttered under my breath, rolling myself off of him. The second I rolled off of him, he was on top of me, this time being the one to pin me down. I felt his warmth against the fabric of my shirt, and his dark green eyes were staring deep in to mine. I didn't move. My flight or fight response seemed to be stuck on stupid. "Let me up."

"I don't think you should keep telling me what to do."

I glared. "Bite me."

A smirk played over his features and he leaned in suddenly. I gasped quietly as I felt his lips barely brush over my neck, and goosebumps shot through my entire body. Frozen, my brain began to work a thousand times faster. Or, slower. Either way, I was noticing about a thousand things right now. One, I was home alone with a boy that I had known for two days. Two, he was pinning me to my bedroom floor with his lips against, well, near my neck. Three, he smelled really really good.

His head and weight disappeared from me and he pulled me to my feet. Corey had a slight smirk on his face, but the expression didn't carry to his eyes. "You look tired. Do you want coffee or something?"

"I need something stronger than coffee but a little weaker than cocaine," I grumbled.

Suddenly, he began laughing.

Not in an arrogant way. Not in a mean way. Not in a you-just-embarrassed-yourself way. Just...a genuine, pleasant laugh. It caught me off guard to enjoy it so much. "Yeah, yeah, very funny," I muttered to cover up my smile.

"Holy hell," he said suddenly.

I blinked. "What?"

"You smiled."

I glared at him. "I smile a lot. Just not around you."

"You should smile more. It's healthy."

"Bite m--" I stopped as a mischievous look cast across his face.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked dangerously.

"Nothing," I muttered finally.

"See? You're learning."

* * * * *

After three hours, I couldn't get him out of my house. So, I gave in, and decided that he could stay until Kelsey came. When she got there, he would leave; we both agreed to that.

"Pick a movie." I pointed to the case below my TV screen.

He walked over and opened one of the wooden doors, then his eyes widened in amazement. "You have a ton of movies. Like, every movie I've ever seen, and then some." Corey looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. "You watch historical movies? I wouldn't have pegged you for that kind of girl." Ignoring my mutters of irritation, he went back to browsing. "Damn. Given the area of this...you should probably have over five hundred movies in here, am I close?"