Falling For Mr. Popular

Chapter Eight

*Chelsea's P.O.V*

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The sun's rays were shining through the glass of my windows. I groaned and snuggled deeper into my pillow. Just then my pillow started to chuckle. Chuckle. Wait, pillows don't chuckle.

I reluctantly lifted my head of my so called pillow and met light chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I screamed and pushed him off the bed.

''What the hell are you doing in bed?!'' I exclaimed, my voice cracking from sleep.

''Good morning to you too.'' He grumbled sarcastically. My eyes widen, with images of last night repeating in mind.

"I thought you were supposed to be sleeping on the floor?!" I asked slowly.

He stood up, ''Yeah, as if I'd sleep on the floor." He was only in his boxers. My eyes widen and I quickly looked away.

''Will you put clothes on?'' I squeaked.

''Oh right, because I'm so hot, you can't handle this." I heard shuffling.

''Um, sweetcheeks, do you have any other shirts? My one is wrecked.'' He asked. I looked over to him and he certainly had more clothes on but he still doesn't have a shirt. My eyes traveled down to his chest and onto his toned stomach.

"Are you done checking me out yet?'' He smirked.

''I wasn't checking you out.''

''Mmhm.'' His smirk grew.

I groaned and threw one of my pillows at him, ''Shut up.'' To my delight, it hit his chest.

''It's okay sweetcheeks, I know I'm sexy.'' He gloated.

I rolled my eyes but said nothing. I lied down on the bed with my back against the bed and my head nestled in the pillows.

Just then I heard my bedroom door burst open. Then came out my 6 year old brother, Trent, holding a baseball bat in his two small hands and swinging in ferocity.

"I have a bat and I'm not afwaid to use it!" He exclaimed in his squeaky baby voice. "Get away fwom my big sissy, you hideous troll!"

"Trent! I'm fine!" I say, getting up from my bed. He dropped the baseball bat and ran towards me, hugging my legs tightly.

I sigh and ran a hand through my bedhead hair, "How about I get you ready for school, yeah? You wouldn't want to miss the second day of being in 1st grade." I smiled down at him softly.

"Okay!" He chirped, before skipping out of my room.

I turned towards Spencer, almost forgetting he was in my bedroom. He had a dazed and hurt expression paint across his face.

"Did that kid just call me a hideous troll?" He asked. I bursted out laughing. I sure do love my brother.

"Sure did." I replied with a wide grin.

"He probably doesn't even know what he's talking about." He said, his head held high.

"It's said that little kids are prone to say the truth more than adults." I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Do you know what I think of that? Bullshit. Now, do you have shirt for guys? Wait, never mind of course you don't, you're a girl." He fumed.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to my dresser. I slid open the last drawer and took a navy shirt out. I tossed the shirt towards the fuming Spencer and hit him straight in the face. His attention snapped to me.