The Infamous Bad Boy

Chapter 9

Jessie's POV

Warmth engulfed my entire body. A faint trickle of breath could be felt upon my collarbone. The fog that covered my mind cleared and all the events from last night came rushing back in. Going to the party, Biannca whisking Aaron away, Skyland and I dancing and smoking, and Skyland getting punched in the face. Opening my eyes I was struck by the light pouring through the window, causing me to jump a little, only to be weighted down. I looked down seeing Aaron face nestling in my breast. He looked almost innocent, proving the theory looks can be deceiving. His arms were wrapped around my waist, pressing his body further into my abdomen. Leading to our legs tangled between the sheets. I sighed wishing we could just stay this way but I knew once he awoke everything would be tense.

I glanced down to Aaron once again, he stirred snuggling more into my neck. I can admit it was a little weird having him cuddled up to my body, but I couldn't stop my hands from brushing his wild hair from his face. His eyes met mine and I ceased my stroking, feeling embarrassed to be caught. He groaned closing his eyes and stretching. Pushing off my body he sat up with his feet hanging off the side of the bed. Sighing he ran his hands through his hair and turned to me.

"I know your heads pounding, are you hungry" For the first time I realized I had a horrible headache accompanied by a rumbling belly. He took that as a yes and hurried off to the kitchen. I spotted some sweat pants in a corner and pulled them on along with a graphic tee. I ran my fingers through my hair trying to make it somewhat presentable and glanced around the room. The bright light from outside making my head pound. I hurried and closed the blinds and quickly set off for the kitchen. I was greeted by the sight of shirtless Aaron. Just as I sat down on the couch he pulled out a platter of bacon from the oven and sat it on the stove. I eyed him suspiciously. Why was he acting so cool? Like everything was okay. As he brought me a bottle of Advil and water. I frowned at him as he met my gaze.

"What" he asked.

I shrugged and took a gulp of my water and swallowed my water. "You not mad at me"?

He smiled "Why would I be mad"?

I sighed and threw my head back on the couch. "Your gonna pretend like you didn't throw a fit last night when I was hanging with my friend." My memory was a little hazy. What was his name? Stein? Steven? I know one thing for sure after this hangover, I'm never drinking again. What day is it even? Did we have school today?

He looked down as he clasped his hands together. "Look you can pick your own friends, but when something happens, I don't wanna hear shit, and I mean it" he stood and started placing. "I didn't help you with your father for you to fuck it up, all for some boy"

"He's just a friend" I tried to keep my voice leveled. I didn't like arguing and I still don't.

He started at me as if I had lost my head. "Really" he asked sarcastically. "Jessie, you don't make out with guys, who are just your friend" I grew irritated as he started speaking slowly. I scoffed. He was being so hypocritical. Some days ago he was kissing me, but he seemed to forget that right?

He positioned himself in front of me with his hands on his hips. He looked familiar. The imagine of a father scolding his child flashed through my mind and I blew up.

"I'm not your fucking child Aaron, you don't have to look after me. I can do that perfectly fine by myself" I yelled looking it to his face as he peered down at me through heated eyes.

"If I don't them who will, your father? Your mother?" He grabbed by the shoulder and his nails dug into my skin as he yelled in my face.

"What! Excuse me, how dare you try and pretend to be Mr. Fucking perfect. What are you doing with yourself? All you do is sleep, and do drugs. Don't fucking judge me when you can't even take care of yourself." I pushed him out of my way as I made my way to the closet. I grabbed my simple busted vans and pulled them on. His angry footsteps followed closely behind. I walked toward the front door only to have him grabbed my arm, refusing to let go.