Mr Bad Boy Who Lives Next Door ✔

| Twenty- Two |

I choose you.
And I'll always choose you,
Over and over again.
Without a pause,
Without a doubt,
In a heartbeat.
I'll keep choosing you.

Riley Rasmussan as Jamie

Hunter's POV

I've had enough.

I've had enough of William Stanley.

That smart-ass, jerk dingaling can go fûck himself.

If he wanted to keep taking Jamie away from me, I was going to smash him in the face. I climbed into my car, slamming the door shut.

I pulled out a cigarette about to light it when I saw Jamie walking towards her car.

God, she was so fûcking beautiful.

Even with that light scowl on her face. My heart beat fastened around her and it killed me to see her kiss him.
I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and never let go.

I threw the cigarette back into the packet before tossing it in my back seat. The last time I had Jamie in this car. It had been raining, I tried very hard not to pull over and kiss her.

I watched her climb into her car. She was wearing shorts and it showed off her tan long legs.
Legs, I'd like wrapped around m-

Stop it!

I saw her pummel the steering wheel with her hands. I had forgotten she was the one who couldn't breathe.

William and I were making this a competition.
And I didn't want that.

I just wanted to wake up in the morning open my eyes and see her face. I closed my eyes and slid lower in the seat as her car drove by mine.

Who knew what she was feeling. I looked in the rearview mirror to see her backlights disappear. I turned the radio on Jaymes Young blasted.

"For you I am naked"

I sighed and started the car. I needed to think. I didn't want to go home, she'd be there and I'll just find myself at her front door.

The library.. Wait no banned.

The Lake.

With everyone being at school, the lake would be perfect for thinking. I started my car and drove out of the parking lot.
I could almost feel my mother shaking her head at me.

The drive to the lake didn't take long. I loved the lake. Jamie and I had come down here often, skipping stones and swimming in the summer.

Most of Glassdale lived on this lake. Yeah, we had beaches, but who wanted to drive an hour when you could just walk?

I didn't realise how much trouble I'd get myself into when I pulled into the dirt road parking lot. Jamie was stepping out of her car and I pressed on the break.

Her head swung around to look at me and I sighed. "Of fûcking course" I said to myself.

I decided I'd park away from her and take the west side of the lake. She hated that side, too many rocks. I parked and stepped out, ignoring her.