The bad boy I know

Chapter 20: This won't work

Two days later...

"It's not working! This isn't going to work!" He shouted across the room as I sat on the couch shocked.

Sixteen hours before...

"Wanna go get something to eat?" Parker asked.

I tapped my pointer finger on my chin thinking. "No" I finally said, "I wanna cook something."

"Ok. What can you make?" He sat up on the couch and paused the movie.

"Uh..." I trailed. "Stuff" I shrugged as I crossed my legs and leaned towards my phone on the table to Pandora.

"But what do you want?" I asked as I played the 'Daddy Yankee' radio.

"How about an omelet?" He questioned getting up heading towards the kitchen.

"Bacon?" I suggested and followed him.

"Yes." He nodded.

If You Latino Right Now Stand The Fuck Up!!!
SBK...(SBK)
Alive...(Alive We Comin' Up!)
With Nina Sky...(Nina Sky Wassup Girls?)
N.O.R.E & Tego...(N.O.R.E., Tego)
Gem Star...(Gem Star) Big Nato..(Ah Big Nato)
C'mon, ..C'mon
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...Whoa
What U Say?
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
source: Google. Song: Oye Mi Canto- NORE

I turned the volume on blast and set my phone on top of the microwave.

I walked towards the refrigerator, dancing to the song. "Do you even know what they're saying?" Parker asked.

"Kinda. Not really." I chuckled. I grabbed all the ingredients and set it up on the kitchen counter.

"Boricua, Morena, Dominicano, Colombiano!" I sang. I grabbed a pan in the bottom cabinet and set it on the stove.

Solos somos tu y yo bailando asi
Pidiendo mas y mas, calor
Sintiendo que soy para ti
Abrazame fuerte,
Dale no me suelte
Llego el tiempo de los dos.
Source: Google. Song: Lovumba- Daddy Yankee

I only sang the parts that I knew. Spanish music is my third favorite. First is R&B/hip-hop and second is hip-hop/rap.

I was spreading the butter on the pan and once I turned around I felt Parker butt humping in front of me. "What the hell?" I shouted as I tried getting him off of me.

He chuckled and came closer with his butt sticking out. His hands on his knees and tried twerking on me. "Oh my gosh!" I screeched and giggled.

"Stop! I need to cook!" I booty bumped him and he fell, more like belly flopped onto the tiled floor. I shook my head and chuckled as I cracked two eggs and mixed them together then set it in the pan.

I felt something warm crawl up my hips. I turned my head slightly to see what or who it was. I mean it was kind of obvious of who it was.

"Do you know how much that hurt?" I looked up at his eyes. Grinning I shook my head.

"Nope" I added some bacon to the egg and flipped half of one side.

"Watch until I get you back." His warm breath traveled down my neck.

"And how are you just going to do that?" I grabbed a plate from the side and plopped down the omelet onto the plate and cut up some avocado.