Being the Bad Boy's Lover (BxB)

Chapter 7

 I woke up with a splitting migraine and went to roll out of bed, but was held firmly in place. I opened my eyes, panicking, looking around the unfamiliar room before remembering I was with Ryder. I relaxed and sighed, rubbing my head. I couldn't remember all of last night, I remembered getting to the party, impressing everyone by drinking straight whiskey without cringing, getting into a fight... with Evan. I couldn't remember why though, I remembered getting to Ryder's house and sitting on the couch before we came up here to his room, and watching him change. I remembered us kissing, I smiled and tried to roll over to face him, but he tightened his arms around me and buried his face in my neck. I tried to turn again, but he didn't budge, his arms were still holding me tightly.

"Stop moving." He mumbled sleepily into my neck. I sighed and wiggled, smiling to myself as he groaned.

"You're such a child." He said wrapping his leg around minute try and keep me still. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"I've got a hell of an alcohol tolerance for a kid." I said chuckling. He snorted and squeezed my ass, making me blush and chuckled.

"Also have one hell of an ass." I buried my face in the pillow and whined. He kisses my neck lightly and I sighed. I could feel him smirk against my skin, I blushed. He bit my neck and I moaned before clasping my hand over my mouth. He chuckled and kissed me where he bit and propped himself up on his elbow.

"Feel good or just surprise you?" He asked kissing my cheek. I flipped him off and he laughed.

"I have a headache." I mumbled, turning to face him. He smiled and kissed the top of my head, then untangled himself from me and started to get up. I watched him as he walked over to where I left my clothes, and picked them up. He put them on the edge of the bed and stretched.

"You know, you're gonna have to get up too." He said pulling the blanket off me. I groaned and tried to grab it, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. I sighed and rubbed my head, then stood up and stretched.

"Should I get dressed now or..?" I asked glancing at my clothes, there was a blood stain on my shirt. Ryder shook his head and started walking to the door.

"No. Why would you?" He asked unlocking the door. I shrugged and leaned against the wall.

"I don't know. Won't your parents get suspicious?" I asked. He laughed and opened the door, walking into the hall. I followed him slightly confused. We went downstairs and into the kitchen, the house was empty still.

"My parents are never around. They're always working." He said grabbing a pill bottle, I looked around at the clean and organized downstairs.

"So, is usually just you here? Like alone?" I asked, he nodded and handed me an advil. I smiled and quickly swallowed it, without water. We went into the living room and sat on the couch. He turned the tv on and started flipping through channels, I leaned back and brought my knee up.

"Well there's nothing good on. How about a movie?" He asked standing up and walking over to the tv.

"Sure." I said shrugging. He started looking through movies, making faces at some of them. He started laughing and held up a movie case.

"How about Anger Management?" He asked, I chuckled and nodded. I remembered it was funny. He put it in and sat down next to me, putting arm around the back of the couch. We sat there like that for almost half the movie, laughing and singing along to one of the songs. My head was feeling better and it was becoming easier to enjoy the movie.

"I feel pretty, oh, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay!" We both sang, Ryder was laughing and I was way louder than he was. His arm slid so it was around my shoulders as we continued laughing. I looked over at him, he was watching the screen, his eyes were soft and amused. I smiled and looked down, then stood up and stretched.