Bad Boy Cures My Nightmares

Chapter 3

"No way! I'd never!" I stated laughing as Kat grinned at me "oh come on! not even once?"

I blushed at the thought of even wanting to do anything to Michael.

"Kat! you're almost as gross as Zachary!" I shuttered.

Kat just shrugged her light blue hair falling over her shoulder, "I have, many times, I just wanna know what my name sounds like when it's rolling off his tongue.

I shook my head looking to Molly who grinned "same here."

Dayna agreed, oh great all my friends want to do the dirty to my room mate.

"Okay so you haven't thought about doing anything to him?" dayna asked promoting

I shook my head, "no, other then hug him. sometimes I feel like he needs a hug."

Dayna starred in shock, "you're joking right? not even kiss him?"

Carol walked in the kitchen looking at us each "morning girls."

"Goodmorning Carol." we all spoke in unison

Have I ever thought about kissing Michael?

I mean I haven't not until they mentioned it.

He's hell of attractive but I don't know, it never occurred to me.

"You know if I was his room mate-" Molly was cut off, "Molly, seriously?" Carol cocked a hip.

Molly shut her mouth, "I really haven't thought of any of it. Just hugging."

Kat grinned "hugging naked under the sheets." I got the image in my head and tossed it to the back of my mind.

"Oh you didn't shutter! so it sounds nice then!" she cocked an eyebrow.

Carol rolled her eyes, "you girls better not turn Luna into a boy crazy slut."

They all laughed, "its not revolting, but if I ever was to do anything with Michael, I'd make sure we're committed as something first."

Kat snickered and turned to the door at the same time it opened and Michael walked in.

He headed to the fridge grabbing a rock star and then looking at me with a sideways glance before walking out.

I felt my stomach do something unusual and shut my eyes scrunching my face as the girls squealed.

"you girls are gonna give it away with your squeals," carol said rolling her eyes again.

They looked me over "Molly did he look at you?" she shook her head to Kat, "dayna how about you?"

Dayna shook her head too, "Carol, you?" carol sighed "Kat you are something else."

"And he didn't look at me!" Kat said, "no he looked at you." she pointed her finger at me.

Doing a little happy dance she headed out the door whistling.

The girls followed leaving me with Carol.

"Carol?" I asked as she brewed her coffee, sometimes she likes making her own stuff instead of the maids.

She nodded, "what is Michaels story?"

Her eyes moved up at me then back to the list of groceries in her hand, "I can't tell you. Only he can. But he does talk." she said smiling "a very deep and husked voice. He talks mature for his age."

I smiled, "something you need." she added.

"Go change, I'm taking you with me to get groceries." she nodded toward the stairs.

Heading up the stairs, I went into the room opening the door and music drifted into my ears, Creed, one of my favorite bands.

The boy responsible for playing it was on the floor doing crunches with only gym shorts on his eyes shut.

I stayed quiet shutting the door, locking it, and going to the closet.

Even though its like eighty degrees outside, I pulled out a ivy green long sleeve with some jeans to cover my scars and I placed it on my bed looking to Michael.

He was deep into his exercising.

Pulling my shirt off I placed it in the hamper along with my pajama pants.

Looking at my scars, I bit my lip and quickly dressed, every guy says I'm beautiful, but that's because they don't see my scars.

I slipped on my black flats and turned to pull my hair back in a ponytail but smacked into a hard body.

Stumbling back I steadied myself and looked to Michael he was going for the door, I guess I crashed into him "sorry." I opened the door for him and he headed out to the restroom.

Pulling my hair into a long slick ponytail I kept my mind from wandering to how hard his body was as it clashed into mine.

"Luna you almost done? I'm going with you and Carol." I looked to the brunette, she smiled "Yeah Molly, I'm just thinking"

She grinned and headed out the door.

I finished and headed out with her down the stairs. But not before stealing a glance at Michael who just got out of the shower with a towel dangerously low around his waist.

His body dripping with water, myself and tattoos.

I shook my head and went down the stairs ignoring it.