More Than Just a Bad Boy

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Brooke's POV

BANG BANG BANG BANG

I sat up in my bed as if someone had poured water all over me. "What the hell's the bangi-" I looked at my clock which read 7:17am. School starts at 7:30am. I hate being late!

The pounding on my front door continued as I ran down the stairs and flung the door open. The cool fall air washed over my skin, making me shiver. I felt self-conscious when I realized I only had on neon green pajama booty shorts and a black tank top.

My cheeks heated up as a very sexy Ryder raked his eyes down my body. He was wearing a royal blue t-shirt that looked like it would rip open any moment, revealing his toned body. His leather jacket that screamed "bad boy" was on and his dark washed jeans hung perfectly on his hips.

Snapping myself out of checking out this yum-yum, I said, "Just go. I obviously-" pointing to my hair which I assume looks like a rats nest "-just got up, and you told me you wouldn't wait, so adios." I closed the door, or at least tried to. It wouldn't close all the way. Getting aggravated, I shoved my shoulder against the door. Of course, it did nothing.

"Ow," a low, annoyed voice said. Looking down, I realized a foot was jammed in the door. Duh. I tried kicking the foot out of the doorway with the ball of mine, but it wouldn't budge. "Come on, Brooke. Open the damn door."

"Fine," I groaned in annoyance. "What is it that you want?" I asked in a mock-sweet voice.

Ryder rolled his eyes. "How fast can you get ready?"

Let's see...I took a shower, thank God, so I don't have to take one this morning. Brushing my teeth can be done quickly... I can throw my hair into a ponytail so I don't have to worry about it's crapines. I can just slide on a bra and sweatshirt and sweatpants. "Five minutes."

"Hurry up," Ryder sighed as he slid his shoes off and took a seat on my couch. I smiled to myself because he remembered the no-shoes rule. I walked past him and was almost out of the living room when his teasing voice said, "Don't you need an ass in order to wear booty shorts?"

Without even turning around, I flipped him off. The answer's yes, but what's the fun in life if you live by every single rule?

"Why the fuck are you checking out her ass?" Taylor's menacing voice boomed from around the corner. Oh, brother. Here we go... Taylor rounded the corner, now standing in front of me. He gave me a non-approving look when he saw what I was wearing. Hey, it's not my fault! I didn't know I was going to see anyone while wearing this.

"Who the hell are you?" Ryder questioned standing up looking intimidating.

"I'm her lover," Taylor said with a smirk in his face. I glowered at him. He thinks that that was so funny. Gosh, this kid has some issues.

"H-he's...you're...l-l-lov-ver?" Ryder stammered. An emotion swam in his eyes. I couldn't figure it out. I'm terrible at reading eyes. Ryder scowled at me and Taylor.

"No. He is NOT my lover. Will you stop telling people that? It's not funny. It's disgusting. That'd practically be like incest."

Taylor chuckled. "That's what you get for wearing...that."

"I wear pajamas to bed. Where I sleep by myself. I didn't think anyone would see me in these!" I explained. "I'm sorry for his bitchy ways," I apologized to Ryder. He was wearing a relieved expression and just shook his head in a dismissing way.

"I'm glad you sleep alone. That way I know I'll never be caught in there with you," Taylor winked.

"Ew! Gross Tay'. Never again," I nearly puked. This boy's sick.