The Bad Boy's Sleeping Beauty

Chapter 9

I couldn't sleep. I lay awake on my bed watching the ceiling fade in and out of darkness as my eyes adjusted to the minimal light the moon provided. I kept reflecting back to what had happened that day and what had happened between Zayne and I.

Maybe it was nothing but my hormonal brain refused to believe that and had insisted that something had in fact happened in the kitchen and on my lawn. It could've been pure attraction just because Zayne without a shirt should've been a sin to see but I knew something was brewing.

I needed to find out what was going on between Zayne and I and even though I knew what I was contemplating wasn't the best idea I knew I had to try.

So, with a determined mind I rose from my bed and tip-toed to my closet to put on a sweater considering my pajamas wasn't the long kind but rather the short kind. After getting a sweatshirt I pulled the window open and gazed down at the grass that looked like it was miles away. The jump was a little high but all the adrenaline rushing through me seemed to neutralize the fear in my belly.

Landing safely on my feet I smiled, looking up to my window proudly. I felt like I was a ninja that could do anything so in the moment I do a quick roll over and scan my surroundings dramatically. In my head I keep chanting that I am a ninja of the night and my mission is to infiltrate the Thatcher residence through Subject A's, Zayne, window.

When I'm sure that there is no one around I sprint--more like jog--to Zayne's window. When I reach the window I then realize how awkward the situation is. Zayne's window is located in the front of the house which means if anyone were to see me they'd see my butt as I struggle to enter the window.

Scanning the surroundings a second time I'm sure that the neighborhood is comatose so I clear my through a whisper-shout, "pst, Zayne!" Nothing. So, in a second attempt I whisper a little louder, "Zayne!" Nothing.

Automatically, my brain recalls every romance movie I've watched where the boy throws rocks at the girls window and I then smile. Time to put a twist to the cliché even though I don't really know if any girl has already done this which would be a real let down.

I search for pebbles but I find none so I think for a moment before I see my shoe hugging my foot. After removing my shoe from my foot I aim it at his window and I throw it. Instead of hitting the window the shoe hits the wall on the side of the window and lands on the roof with a thud, not rolling off but staying in its position on the roof.

I groan and just as I'm about to throw my other shoe the window slides open and Zayne peers out. When his eyes meet mine he sighs in relief before he just rolls his eyes and disappears from view. I wait for a moment and then it sets in:

He ignored me.

As I'm about to hurl my shoe at his window again the front door opens and Zayne rubs his eyes while gesturing for me come in. I grin and silently sneak into his house whereas he gets himself a glass of water and trudges up the stair to his room, not caring about the amount of noise he was making.

When we reach his room I then discover that he wasn't sleeping at all but he was busy in some project.

Zayne's room is the typical boys room minus the posters of pornstars and the usual untidiness. His walls are blue and his bedding is orange. He sits down at his desk and watches me while he sips at his water.

I only notice his attire then. His hair is disheveled, his shorts hanging low on his waist which exposes a delicious looking V-line and he is shirtless and his torso is completely bare, revealing his strong stomach and the lovely tint of his tanned skin.

"Like what you see?" He smirks.

I feel my cheeks tinting red from embarrassment but I try to act unaffected by his obvious beauty. "Zayne, you're dreaming because you will never look close to attractive to me," I say.