The bad boy's game

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

 

After a shower I had to take to calm my nerves, I started getting ready. I had already forgotten how much time do girls need to make themselves look pretty for the party, and the answer was – too much precious time. That is why I had given up after I blow-dried my hair and applied a few layers of mascara. It should be okay. I mean, I didn’t want to be any of those girls who paint their faces just to impress boys anyways. From my experience I knew boys don’t even like that.

Or maybe it was just my excuse because I was too lazy to apply anything else.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time, narrowing my eyes as I observed myself. My long blond hair was messy and reaching till my hips. I had big blue eyes and long eyelashes with a few layers of mascara surrounding them. My skin was naturally tanned, and since adolescence wasn’t giving me hard time, I had almost never had any pimples or acne on my skin. My nose was straight and my lips slightly pursued. My teeth were white and straight – thanks to the braces I wore when I was 12. I was wearing white top which was cut so I could see my flat stomach and my pierced belly. I also had on my favorite ripped shorts and white converse.

I heard the door open and footsteps heading towards my room, and before I could turn around and head out of the bathroom, my door was yanked open. I raised my eyebrows at Drew and he gave me a sly smile, before his eyes traveled slowly down my body, checking me out. He licked his lip while I stood there steadily. I didn’t cross my arms over my chest or anything else to cover myself, because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of calling me a prude.

Instead, I started checking him out too. He was wearing tight white shirt under his black leather jacket and jeans. His brown hair was somehow shaped in a manly haircut, but didn’t look like there was gel in them. Instead, they looked so soft and I wanted to run my hands through them and pull him closer to me –

Shit. What am I thinking? My stupid hormones are waking up again.

I didn’t want to look at him anymore, because I didn’t want to do something I would regret later, so I headed out of the bathroom, only to almost bump into his hard torso. He was now leaning on the door frame, smirking at me mischievously.

“You look bang-able today,” he remarked, his eyes on my chest. I licked my lip slowly as I brought my hand up and tilted his chin upwards to prevent him the view to my chest. He slowly moved his eyes up, until they met mine.

“And you,” I let out with a husky voice as I let my hand travel down his chest slowly. “Look like,” I hooked my thumbs in the hem of his pants and yanked him closer, our lower bodies grinding together. His eyes were getting darker as I moved my head closer to him, slowly biting on my lower lip. “You’re on my fucking way,” I breathed as I used all my strength and pushed him backwards in the room, catching him off guard. He stumbled backwards, giving me a confused look and I offered him a sly smirk. “Surprised enough?” I asked him, smirked and headed towards the exit, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips, because I knew he was looking.

When we reached the parking lot, I spotted a big motorcycle and rolled my eyes.

“So cliché,” I muttered and headed towards it. I must admit it, it looked really good, but since I didn’t really know motors, it could have also been the shittiest brand ever. I reached it and turned towards Drew, who was walking a few steps behind me and crossed my arms over my chest.