Chasing The Bad Boy

Chapter 3- I'm Gonna Drool and So is Every Other Girl

Chapter 3

I’m Gonna Drool and So is Every Other Girl

It’s difficult really, very difficult to come into my list of hot people, where I worship the guy, feel like ripping his clothes apart and do him wherever and whenever I see him, drool shamelessly and keep his posters in my room, so I can drool more. A list like that includes Christian Bale, Channing Tatum, Johnny Depp and many others. You know, when you have that instant attraction to a guy, and you simply cannot, and I repeat, cannot take your eyes off of him. I would have kept drooling on the impossibly sexy men in my list, if not for this guy standing right in front of me. One word-delicious. That’s what he is. All those things I mentioned in the first line, I feel like doing all of those with this man.

I was never one of those girls who would go around checking out guys and make a move on them as easily as they shop for clothes, no, I would rather sit at home and obsess over Draco Malfoy’s sexiness. But this guy had managed to push away every single thought of being sane. Who knew my mom could be so freaking brilliant in finding me a guy. Why had I not let her do this before? Maybe because you were too busy reading Harry Potter books to give her a general idea how much you can like guys outside of Howgwarts.

Mom had done an exceptionally good job with this. Here in front of me, stood a guy who had me interested in him the second I lay my eyes on him. Sign number one of me being interested : He’s wearing a Lamb of God t-shirt. I instantly love you boy, even though I haven’t seen your face. Sign number two : He has amazing hair that I would love to run my hands through. Sign number three : His hands are shoved inside his pockets. Incredible(yeah I love it when guys do that and look good). Sign number four : The guy can talk to my mom and make her laugh like never before. Sign number five : He adressed mom as ‘ma’am’. Sign number six : He’s cute. Sign number seven : He is unbelievably S-M-O-K-I-N-G hot.

This morning, I had been discreetly nervous in meeting this guy, whose name I still do not know. Though it was a Tuesday, mom had invited him to dinner, and told me that she was going to leave the two of us alone after that. When I asked about him, she refused to tell me anything other than the fact that he was the son of one of dad’s friends and that he had shifted here a month ago, and was planning to join my school. She really should have told me he was going to be this good looking.

“Emily? What are you doing standing there?” Mom asks, breaking my train of thought. Standing with her jaw open and drooling the fuck out of this guy? Shutting the voices in my head, I plaster a grin across my face before walking further into the living room.

“Sorry,” I tell her, giving a sheepish look before settling myself on the couch.

“Emily, meet Cole. Cole, this is Emily,” Mom smiles, looking back and forth between us. Oh Cole, can I tell you that you’re too damn handsome?

“I’m sorry?” Cole frowns, a smile tugging at his lips and that’s when I realise I spoke aloud again. Face-palm. Mom is trying her hardest to control the laughter that might erupt anytime soon and I clear my throat turning back to Cole.

“Umm nothing. Hi Cole,” I tell him, now focussing my attention on his face. Let me rephrase that, cute face. Extremely cute maybe? Okay shut up.

“Hello to yourself. So, I’ve heard you like metal bands,” He says, raising his eyebrows and leaning closer. I love the fact that we have a common topic to talk about.

“Well, I love the t-shirt you’re wearing. Lamb of god, one of my most favorite ones,”  I smile and he smiles back, nodding.

“That’s something we share. What about Iron Maiden?”