"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.
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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...