Charming Taylor.

Chapter thirteen.

This morning when I woke up tangled in Monroe's arms, all I kept thinking about was..

oh my god, I'm in Monroe Taylor's room, oh my god I'm in Monroe Taylor's room. Oh my god I'm wearing Monroe Taylor's shirt, oh my god it smells just like him!

Monroe's cologne lingered on my body, I smiled sticking my nose in his shirt, inhaling.

oh my god, I smell like Monroe, oh my god I'm not wearing any pants, wait what?

I immediately thought the worse, I groaned placing my hands on my forehead.

Did I sleep with Monroe last night and not even remember it?

I was brought out of my thoughts by Monroe's laughter.

His bruised face scrunched up as he laughed, making his injuries look worse than before.

"What are you laughing at?" I said peeling the shirt down from my face.

Monroe smiled at me, pecking my cheek.

"Don't worry Chanel. I handled Monroe junior last night." Monroe said winking at me getting up.

I tossed a pillow at him, but missed as the bathroom door shut.

fucker.

“Monroe, you’re actually suppose to work, I’m doing all the work by myself, and if I am, Your names not going on it.” I huffed placing my hands on my hips.

“Are you always this annoying in the morning Chay?” Monroe rolled his eyes going back to his phone.

It was October second, and the leaves were starting to change the perfect color for our assignment.

“It’s three in the afternoon Monroe, no one told you to wake up with a hangover and a sore face now whose fault is that?” I said turning my back towards him, lifting my camera up and capturing leaves falling.

Photography was truly one of my favorite things to do, everything looks better inside the lens.

I turned around, snapping a photo of Monroe, I smiled while looking at it.

His hair was blowing in the wind, and he was laughing at something on his phone.

Monroe Taylor was truly beautiful, inside and out.

“You caused me my pain, if you don’t remember would you like me to tell you?” Monroe said rolling his eyes placing his phone back in his pockets.

“If I recall, I saved your sorry ass last night, from getting your face smashed in.”

“I could’ve handled it Chay.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” I said rolling my eyes.

“Can’t you just drop your balls, and say thank you?” I said placing my camera on my neck.

“Don’t bother, lets go I’m hungry.” I said getting up from the bench, brushing myself off.

Okay, I lied about Monroe being beautiful inside, he’s a cold hearted asshole.

I opened up Monroe’s door, sliding myself in the passenger seat, crossing my arms over my chest.

Monroe was the biggest pain in my ass, and if it wasn’t for this stupid plan, I would’ve gave up a long time ago.

It’s only been two months, and I feel like I’ve known Monroe my whole life.

Yes, I’ve been going to school with Monroe for three years, but I’ve never made an effort to be friends with Monroe. Monroe was the type I wanted to avoid, not fall for.