Playing Mr. Badboy

Is It Going To Be A Date?

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Ok so the next chapter is up!

Thankyou for your patience everyone and understanding that I've been really busy with school.

Enjoy!

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RECAP of last chapter

"Please st-stop!" I laughed harder when he started tickling me harder. "Reece please stop!"

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he listened. By that time I was gasping for breath.

Reece casually got up and walked towards my house. I could hear him call, "Hope you don't think of doing anything like that again!" And then invited himself inside. My house.

Bitch.

I smiled when I realized he had forgotten to make me delete the video.

"So smart Reece."

I smirked.

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Naomi pov

I made my way past the front door and entered my house, stomach still hurting from Reece's tickles and my non-stop laughter.

"What do you think your doing?" I demanded, crossing my arms.

The dickhead was currently resting comfortably on my couch with no care in the world, holding my tv remote, switching through the channels on my tv and munching way happily on my secret stash of Jumpy's.

How did he even find them? Wait- he's eating my chips?!

My eyes widened and I stomped to him, snatching my beloved chips away from his sneaky hands, causing a few of to fall to the floor.

I glanced sadly at the floor where my precious Jumpy's lie.

Jumpy's you will be missed. May you Rest In Peace.

"What is your problem?" Reece's annoying voice made my snap back to reality, "move out of the way, I can't see!" He craned his neck trying to peel around me to see the screen.

I shot him the dirtiest glare.

Who does he think he is?

Only the hottest, sexiest, dangerous and most feared bad boy of Northward High who gets what he wants whenever he wants.

Shut up conscience.

"What is my problem? What is your problem?! You can't just stroll in my house and act like you own the place! This is my house, not yours. My couch, not yours. My remote, not yours. My tv, not yours. And my beloved babies- jumpy's - "

"Not mine, yeah yeah I get the point", he interrupted rudely earning yet another glare from me. "And did you call the chips your "beloved babies"?"