The Badboy Isn't That Bad

Ch 3. Unwanted Invitation

VANESSA

I open the door.

Oh f*ck!

It can't be Jason Sanders!!!!

Well it was.

I so hated him that minute that killing him with a knife wasn't a big deal for me. He was a cheater. And that's why I hated him. I stare at him, as scary as I can be.

'Hey Ms. Loser.' He calls out.

'What's up you big d*ck?' I say to him in the same rude tone as he did.

'Nothing special Ms. Loser. Just wanted to return this waistcoat your mom lent me this morning.' He says.

He kept saying Ms.Loser! How dare he? I won. He lost. So he was the smoucher.

Uh wait! Smoucher?

Na ah!

I surely meant loser. Yes I did!

He must have been a good smoucher anyways. His lips had those sexy touches where needed.

His cherry pink lips made me feel like licking it like an ice cream.

The softness of his lips were already visible even when I was standing so far from him. I just felt like grabbing them and biting them my whole life.

His lips gave me that irresistible feel that no one else can. It would be so easy to have his lips inside mine.

And bite them like animals in heat! 

Oh god!

Why the hell is he so sexy?

Whatever.....he's a cheater and I so hate him.

So for me, he's not a good smoucher. And I don't wanna kiss him.

*Although I want to*

'Your waistcoat Mrs. Loser?!' He says loudly in order to bring me back to senses cuz I was so lost in his lips.

I grab it from him without saying a word. I really don't wanna be rude but he's such a d*ck!

I began to close the door but he  pushed it back inn.

'What the hell are you doing? Let me close it.' I say, angrily.

'Not now baby. Let me look at your house. This is where we'll live after marriage, right?' He says, teasing me.

Why the heck will I ever marry him? He's such a douche.

But I won't mind kissing him!

Heck Vanessa! Forget his lips!

I snort.
'I'm not marrying you! You big d*ck! Just get out and stop irritating me.' I shout at him.

'Uh.....I see you've to practise soccer, right? Cuz you play so well that you weren't enough to win the match!' He comments, sarcastically.

Why is he like that? He makes me hate him even more whenever he opens his mouth to speak some sh*t.

He was being too sarcastic today. I simply ignored. Answering him was like answering a donkey.

So I just said,' Please leave.'

'I'm not going. I'm hungry. Can I have something?' He asks me pretending to be innocent. He was teasing me too much today.

'I've got nothing.' I replied.

'Lets see Ms. Loser.' He says as he walks up to my kitchen, opening drawers and cupboards.