Not the Bad Girl

3} Into You

I wake up with a pounding headache as I remember the events of last night. That's also probably why I fell asleep clutching a sweatshirt Blake left yesterday. I neatly fold the sweatshirt and leave it on my bed.

I walk into the bathroom and nearly scream at my reflection. My mascara is all over my face, my lipstick is smudged beyond belief, and my hair is... Bleh!

I wash my face to remove the makeup only to redo it. Today I wear a dark purple lipstick and make sure to fill in my eyebrows after doing my regular makeup routine. I walk into my closet and choose a pair of light blue skinny jeans, and a black shirt. I make two french braids in my hair and slip on Blake's sweatshirt. I may be mad at him, but wearing that sweatshirt just makes me feel all warm inside. As usual I grab my phone, backpack, and extra makeup before running out my door.

I lock my front door and see someone leaning on my car door. Cautiously I take out a notebook and slowly sneak over to the person. I smack the guys head and hear a familiar voice cry out in pain. It's Blake, oops.

"I thought you were like a burglar or something!" I reply in defense as he rubs his head.

He looks over at me and smirks. "I like that sweatshirt." he says as I look down realizing what he means.

"Oh... Yeah, you can have it back if you want." I say praying he doesn't.

"No, that's okay. It looks nice on you." he says softly.

I clear my throat and lift my perfect eyebrows. "Well, monkey. I gotta get to sch-" I'm cut off when steps closer to me, closing the distance between us. "I- um- good... Morning?" I mutter. What even? 'good morning?' what's that about?

He puts his hand behind my head and I feel a slight tingle where he's touching me. Am I like dying in the inside or something? Oh crap. Don't kiss me. My life will be over. A kiss means more than it seems with me... It means your making a promise to not break my heart. I panic.

"I promise I won't break your heart." she says furrowing his brows. Oops... Did I say that out loud? I am NOT falling for Blake. He may be the bad boy, but the not the right one.

He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips. As soon as our lips touch it feels like my heart is about to over heat and melt. I kiss him back and throw my arms around his neck. What am I doing!? I think... I'm letting my heart decide what to do...

Blake pulls away and rest his forehead on mine. "Challenge accepted." I say with a smile. I grab his collar and pull him to the passengers seat. I open the door and push him in along with his bag. I then walk over to drivers side and put my things in. "I'll be back." I say before running into the house. I unlock the door and rush into my room. I get a black bikini and slip it on, then I get a pair of white high waisted shorts and Blake's sweatshirt.

I rush back down stairs and lock the front door before getting into the car. Blake eyes me suspiciously before I start the car and drive to his house. What? He's my brothers best friend, of course I know where he lives. "Keys!" I say as I pull into his driveway. He gives my a confused look but gives me the keys anyways. I grab them and rush into his house.

"Good Morning Miss Dawn!" I shout as I run through the kitchen. She returns the gesture with a simple Good morning. Miss Dawn is Blake's mother. When I was younger I spent almost all my free time with her since my parents were always on business trips.

I go into Blake's room and stop his dresser. He always keeps swimming stuff I the top right drawer. I remember. I open it to find his swim suit. I pull it out and find something...

It's a picture frame. The picture is of him and I at my pool a few months ago. I'm wearing a red bikini with white polka dots. He's holding me in his arms bridal style in the pool as we laugh. I pick up the frame and a piece of paper falls. I pick it up and unfold it.