The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 18: There's A lot Of Things You Don't Know About Me

I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It's been three days since Mom went into the hospital. I've missed every single one. Even though it's bright and sunny out, I feel numb inside, and I'm ready to burst into tears again. Except for the fact that I'm all cried out. I sniffle a little, my mom's screams echoing in my head. I feel so stupid that I never really paid attention to her, looking for any of the symptoms.

I hear a faint knock on my door and I sit up a little.

"Cole, I don't want to talk," I say in a hoarse voice.

The door opens and gray eyes meet mine.

"Well, I'm not Cole for starters," Arran says smiling a little. I feel my heart flutter. I've missed him.

He walks over to my bed and sits down. Before I have any say, he grabs me and pulls me against his chest. He straightens us out so that he's leaning against my headboard, my head on his chest. He kisses the top of my head softly, and then just breathes in my sent while stroking my back.

"I'm sorry, shorty." he says quietly. I hug him tightly.

"Thank you," I whisper. "I'm sorry I told you to go away."

"It's fine. I understand."

I position myself so that I'm still lying on him, but I'm a little closer to his face. I lightly trace his jawline with my finger, admiring how all of his features are perfect. His nose, his eyes, his lips...

I move my finger up and trace his cheekbone, his eyes locked on me the entire time. I can feel his heart beating quickly and his breathing is becoming a little heavy. I run my finger down his neck lightly, tracing his collarbone. I feel my own heartbeat quicken as I realize how close we are once again. His cologne is invading my senses, and I can taste the cinnamon on his breath. How do I keep finding myself like this with him?

I look into his eyes and see that they've darkened a little. I move myself back up so that we are face to face. I run my nose softly against his, my eyes fluttering close. I feel his breath on my lips, and my mind starts to go wild. If we're going to kiss, it'd be better to do it now than ever. I feel my breathing eradicate as I lean in.

Our lips touch, and my mind goes blank of any worry, any stress, any fear. The only thing that fills my mind is fireworks. His lips send tingles down my spine and sets my entire body on fire with an emotion that I can only think of as pure ecstasy.

Our lips mold together as we both put all of our feelings into this kiss. This first kiss that has me falling apart slowly, yet is helping put me back together. His lips are so soft and they move in only a way that an expert knows how. It's like when two people dance. Someone has to take the lead, right? Well that's what he is doing right now.

I have to pull away after a minute because all of my breath has evaporated. I lean my forehead against his, panting. I open my eyes to find his looking right back at me smiling.

"Who knew you'd be such a good kisser, shorty?"

I smack his arm playfully as I sit up.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," I wink as I walk over to my closet. I close the door with satisfaction as I see him gape at me.

I walk down the stairs, Arran following me. I'm wearing one of my favorite outfits; some black skinny jeans with a brown belt, a white shirt with tiny black polka dots, and a jean jacket. All topped off with some black ankle boots. I have my normal makeup routine on and my brown hair is in a messy bun.