The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 11 - Nose Bleeds and Tampons

I stormed upstairs to my room after Mum and me had a fight about why I didn't want to come downstairs tonight.

I had to open up my book of excuses and begin on the first page.

"Mum I have a cough, I think it's best that I don't come downstairs tonight. I mean Layton is so good about hygiene and the last thing I want is to be giving my germs to her." I said giving my version of puppy eyes.

"You haven't coughed once since you have been home." She said slightly confused.

On that note I cleared my throat giving a over exaggerated sound.

"It's getting worse Mum."

"Go have a warm shower then come downstairs."

"Mum it's not a good idea trust me." The last thing I want is to even lay my eyes on Miles never mind that, I don't even want to be in the same room as him. It's bad enough him being across the road.

"Georgia I don't know why your trying to avoid being present tonight considering they gave you a lovely evening last night, you're being rude. Go get ready they will be here at seven." She stated now walking back to the kitchen to start on her famous spaghetti bolognese.

********

After I had washed out every last bit of milkshake from my body I felt as clean as a bar of soap.

Right now I wanted to just crawl up in a ball and forget everything that happened today. Who the fuck is Bentley? What have I done to him?

Weirdly something came to mind, something that I just wanted to do. Don't even ask but I suddenly found myself looking Miles up on Facebook.

There he was, he had 3956 Facebook friends, probably more in real life if he even does the friend thing. His profile picture is a picture of Miles, Cameron, Bentley I think and then a rather bushy eyebrowed Blonde named Flora. Then a few other girls I didn't recognise.

I skimmed down his feed to not find many photos of him just a classic picture of his legs, he was sat by a swimming pool but no selfies on there.

So I then started the next stage of my stalking career and headed to Instagram. I typed in Miles Webb and waited for the results to show. Weirdly enough he was the first Miles on the list. I clicked on his name and it directed me straight to his profile.

His description read '1999, Aggie👅' and to my surprise he had 32.9K followers. I wonder who Aggie is? And that is a hell load of followers.

Luckily his account wasn't private so I scrolled down. I had entered the world of Miles Webb's hot selfies.

Every other photo was a cute picture of him posing, mostly shirtless. I am pretty sure I have drool dripping from my mouth. He is an Instagram boy.

I clicked into one of his most recent selfies and there was 508 comments all saying something like:-

"Omg Miles you are hot."

"Be my boyfriend."

"I love you."

And he isn't even famous.

Just as my head nearly hit my phone, Mum shouted upstairs.

"Georgia, the Webb's are here, come downstairs." Mum said yelling. Each and every part of that sentence I cringed at.

Leaving my phone by my bed side table I decided on a black loose skirt with and a white flowy top that showed my shoulders. Happy with that, I did my hair up into a bun and put on a bit of make-up.