"Damn Leeny, are you all right? You look like shit." Crystal addressed, her hand resting on my forhead.
I rolled my eyes.
"Wow. Thanks for the compliment."
"What'd you do last night? I called you all day!"
My mind flashed back to last night, after I showered and got dressed in my sexy pajamas:
'Finally, bed. Sleep. Bed.' I thought to myself walking to my bed, only to be frightened by Bryson resting on my bed!
"Wow you look sexy." He complimented me, eyeing my pajamas.
I then pulled a huge t-shirt over my red silk ones, feeling so freakin embarrassed
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I complained.
I seriously thought he left right after he dropped me off my doorstep, how and why the fuck would he be here?!
"I'm not tired, let's pull up an all-nighter. You don't have practice anyways." He smiled cheekily.
"But I have freaking athletics!"
"So?"
"Dude, get out! "
It was probably two in the morning, and I was not dealing with this, this, teenage-dirtbag!
"Wow ThunderThighs, did you just call me a teenage-dirtbag? "
"How did you even get in?!" I looked around, following his finger pointing to my window that was wide open.
Ugh, I probably left it open by mistake when I was feeling hot.
My legs suddenly moved towards him, my hands pushing him off my bed. His body landing with a loud thud on my hardwood floor. I heard him groan in pain, but I didn't care. I needed my beauty sleep.
I tucked myself in bed, hoping he'd leave on his own.
"So that's how it's gonna be." He voiced, his sound of movements indicating he was getting off the floor.
Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched.
"Bryson. Stop looking at me and let me sleep." I mumbled, eyes still closed.
"How do you know I'm looking at you? I could be searching through your stuff. " He replied.
"Because I have super powers, and I can tell when someone is watching me."
"Bullshit."
When I finally thought he left, and let me have my sleep, a loud crashing sound came from my bathroom alerting me instantly.
My eyes shot wide open, as I hurried to the bathroom.
There, lying hopelessly broken on the floor was my drawer of skin care products.
"What are you doing? Stop touching my stuff!"
"Um, I apologize ThunderThighs. " He muttered, eyes staring down in the floor.
"Get out! You're annoying me right now!"
"I tried pulling up an all nighter, is what happened." I lied to Crystal after the flashback.
There was no way i'd tell her the truth, my ear drums would explode if I heard her annoying squeals about Bryson being in my bedroom.
"But you never pull up all nighters?" She questioned me.
YOU ARE READING
The ThickGirl and The Badboy
Teen Fiction"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself...
