ALWAYS THE BAD BOY

13. Figuring it out

Guys i changed Blakes character to Francisco Lachowski , Ash didnt fit the role and i want Blake to be a little more loveable and funny.

Also i know its been a while but this was my favorite chapter to write so i hope you all enjoy❤️
Read and Comment and Enjoy ❤️
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I wake up Monday morning with knocking on my front door.
I groan and get out of bed , i dont care how i look right now because it's probably the mail man or Stewy down the street who is constantly looking for a cat that isnt his.
I head downstairs yawning and open the front door.

" Stewy your cat isnt here!" I mumbe still opening my eyes.
When i open my eyes i am more than shocked to see the trio standing on my porch.
Nobodies eyes focus on me , but rather different parts of my body.
I look down at what im wearing and realize that im only wearing a sports bra and a really really short short.
I look up with a sheepish smile and use the door to cover me up a little.

"Can i help you guys?"i ask.

All eyes snap up towards me.

"Uhm." Blake scratches the back of his neck still staring down at my chest area.

"Have you decided?" Zach asks while walking in.

"Decided what?" I look up at him perplexed.

"SEP duh!" Matt roles his eyes , while walking in behind Zach.

" No i haven't" i groan.

Its come to my realization that the trio just randomly barge into my house and make it seem like theres, especially when the two boys start opening the fridge and the cupboards for whatever thier making.
I would ask why and what is going on, but i know better than to fight the whole situation.

I look back to see why Blake isnt coming in  but his still staring at me.

I suddenly feel self conscious and look down at my body going further behind the door.
As im about to open my mouth to speak Blake pull my hand from the door and pulls me against him.

All the noise and chatter in the background goes mute as i stare up into his ocean blue eyes.
Its strange how easily  i get lost in them.
He moves his hand up to my face and moves a stray strand of my bed hair.

To mesmerized by his eyes i dont do anything except stand flash against him and look up into his eyes.
My mind is a haze.
So conflicted.
His eyes.
So alluring.
So different.

"You have drool covering your face." Blake says breaking me out of my daze only to be welcomed back to reality with his smirk and crude comment.

I take a deep breath and walk away silently cursing on the way to my bathroom.

I do my morning routine , shower and change into a simple shorts and tank top.
The boys are still downstairs eating or watching television.
Im not sure anymore.

I walk downstairs only to find them all lounging around with plates of food in thier hands. How has this become normal? What is even going on?

I look at all of them confused and just stand there. Im litterly so confused right now.
This would be the moment in a movie where the person would be like " i need a drink" , however im not a fan of alcohol so im going to go with