The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 10: I'm Screwed

A/N: I know it's a short chapter. I'm sorry!!!! I just wanted to update it ASAP. I promise chapter 11 will be up later tonight :D Enjoyyyyy!

I wake up to something heavy on my chest. I yawn and rub my eyes. I look over at my alarm clock and see it's nine. My head is pounding as I think about last night. The memories come back quickly and all at once. I shut my eyes tightly, wishing them to go away. I roll over, trying to ignore the pain and my body freezes. I look up to see Arran's face. I about scream from surprise. I completely forgot he was here. I swallow the scream and stare.

His lips are parted slightly, and his face looks soft and smooth to the touch. He seems younger and more relaxed. His jawline is still very sharp, but it seems more soft. He looks... younger. I cock my head a little and try not to giggle. I can see that he drooled throughout the night.

I realize that I need to go pee badly, and I try to get out of his grasp, but he simply pulls me back to his chest and tightens the grip. I feel my face warm a little as I feel his soft breath blow onto my neck. It sends tingles down my spine, but now is not the time.

I struggle out of his grasp for a few minutes, but I finally succeed. I crawl out of the bed and quietly run over to the bathroom. I decide to take a shower while I'm in there. Fifteen minutes later, I quickly run to my closet, thank god it's a walk in one, and close the door. I slide on a pair of black leggings and then I grab a gray tank top that says, "No Pants Are The Best Pants." And slide it on.

I get some socks on my feet and then I walk out of my closet. Arran is still fast asleep, so I decide to go downstairs and make some breakfast. I grab my phone and my headphones and then leave the room.

I run down the stairs and then into the kitchen. I clear my throat and look around. What would be the perfect breakfast for this Sunday morning? I walk over to the pantry and look until I find some pancake mix. Perfect.

I turn the stovetop on to "LOW" and mix the batter up. I grab my my headphones and put them in. I turn on Collar Full by Panic! at the Disco and turn the volume up. So I like Panic! at the Disco. Sue me.

I pour some batter into the frying pan and watch it bubble as Brendon Urie sings as loud as he can.

Show me your love. Your love.

Give me more, but it's not enough.

Show me your love, your love.

Before the world catches up.

'Cause there's always time for second guesses,

I don't wanna know.

If you're gonna be the death of me

That's how I want to go.

I flip the pancake and shake my butt as the beat kicks in, swaying my hips back and forth to the rhythm. As the lyrics continue, I start to think of the bet Arran and I have going. It sort of kills the mood. I sigh as I put the pancake on a plate that I pulled out. I pour the batter in and then watch it bubble again.

As I flip it, I realize one thing.

I'm screwed.

I am not going to admit that I like him, but I will say that I'm slowly developing feelings for him. I don't know why, I've never liked him before. He's always been a major douche, and he's always been cocky. He's just never really caught my attention until now.

I frown. Why is he wasting his time with me? As far as he knows, I'm not falling for any of his tricks. He thinks that within the next four months, he'll be able to get into my pants, but that's not what's going to happen. I nod my head.

From now on, I'm going to treat this like a game. My goal is to get him to fall in love with me. I groan a little. How in the hell do I do that? I don't know how to be attractive. I've been a pathetic blubbering mess for the last three days, for Christ's sake!

The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I know he's behind me. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as he sets his chin on my head. I pull my earphones out and set them and my phone onto the counter.

"So what is Chef Grey making today?" he asks.

"I am making pancakes," I grin proudly.

"And you haven't burnt any of them yet?"

"None." I say happily.

"Not bad, Chef Grey." I hear him say. He lowers his head and his lips are by my ear. "Not bad at all." he whispers.

My breathing hitches but then I bump him with my butt. "No distracting the Chef! Now get out of the kitchen," I say, not able to hide my grin. "Shoo!"

"Yes ma'am," he chuckles. I smile at him and then I finish cooking.

"Those were some mighty fine pancakes," he grins.

"I know." I grin. "I'm a good cook."

"That is something that I can't argue about," he says in agreement.

This is nice. Us sitting and eating like two normal people. We sit there for a few more minutes and then I put the dishes in the sink. Arran's phone rings and he answers it.

"Hello?" he asks.

Silence fills the room as I hear a faint voice speak. Arran's eyebrows furrow and his face turns stone cold. I feel my stomach knot with fear. What happened?

"I'll be there shortly. Give me five minutes." Arran says and then he hangs up. He looks over at me.

"I'm sorry but I have to go," he sighs.

"I know." I say trying to act as if I won't miss him.

He walks over to me and tilts my chin up, kissing my forehead.

"I'll talk to you later."

"Stay safe," is the only thing that I can say.

He turns his head and looks at me. He grins and then winks at me. "Always while I'm with you."

He opens the door and then leaves. I sigh.

I hope everything is okay.

A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to let you all know that my new story is up! It's called "The Bad Boy's Game". Check it out if you'd like! :)