The bad boy's game

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

 

»He asked you that? That hottie you were telling me about?” exclaimed Sarah with her mouth wide open.

“What’s so surprising about that? And no, he is not hot, he’s a jerk,” I spat back and rolled my eyes.

I’ve been talking with one of my friends, Sarah, on Skype for over an hour, and I told her everything about Drew’s suggestion that night. She was surprised and impressed, but mostly angry with me.

“And that was your response?” She sounded anxious and mad. Well, the correct word to describe her mood would probably be furious. If looks could kill, I would be dead within a second because of the glares she was sending me.

“Well, what was I suppose to do, huh? I knew that guy for a day, I can’t possibly act like I like him now all of the sudden,” I replied back, crossing my arms over my chest. The memories of that night flashed through my mind.

*flashback*

 

"I don't need you as baby sitter, Megan," he whispered and I questioned how many drinks had he had already. He probably must've had a few before he came. "I need you as … something else," he trailed off and I rolled my eyes. Typical men. He was getting closer and closer and I stepped back, only to let my back hit the wall.

 

He cocked his head on the side when he came really close, eliminating the space between our bodies. "Let's play a game," he whispered huskily as he pinned me up against the wall, his chest pressed firmly against mine, "Let's sweet talk. Let's play fight. Let's talk all day. Let's give each other nicknames. Let's kiss. Let's go on dates. Let's talk on phone all night long. Let's act like a couple. And whoever falls in love first?" he said and looked deeply in my eyes, "Loses."

 

I was taken by a surprise, I admit it. I haven’t been surprised for a really long time, but this guy just keeps me intrigued. I didn’t really know how to respond. I mean, how do you respond to that? I just knew that I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship yet – I don’t know if I’ll ever be. So I did the one thing that was logical to me then.

 

I looked in his eyes and started laughing. He just raised his eyebrows and I realized how close we really were. The heat from his body was radiating and I could feel his heart beat in a steady pace. His hands were positioned on each side of my head, his lips slightly curved in a smirk.

 

“What?” he questioned as I stopped laughing.

 

I frowned and looked at him, my eyes sparkling mischievously. “Do you say that to every girl?” I asked him in an amused tone. “Is that a new pick-up line guys use to get girls in bed?”

 

He just smirked as he pushed himself even closer to me, eliminating the space between us and I gasped. He brought his hand to bring a strand of my hair behind my ear and tilted his head down. He brought his lips close to my ear and my breath hitched. I was angry with myself for letting him making me nervous.