Bad girl gone good

Mr. James

BUZZ. BUZZ. The phone vibrated again, for the millionth time.

I checked the screen again, and it said the same words everytime "Ali calling..."

I had to fight the urge to not pick up the phone, I mean who is Ali? Why is she calling him? She's called like a million times, it must be something important. And no matter how many ways I found to refuse the idea of Ali being his girlfriend, I couldn't help it. But I fought and didn't pick up the phone. I watched it vibrate on my bed side table.

The knock on my bedroom door made me jump. I quickly slipped the phone inside the drawer and opened my History textbook. I didn't say "come in.." or anything like that, my mom always came in by herself. The knocking was like a warning.

"Sweetie, dinner's ready. I made mushroom soup, your favourite." She smiled like a ten year old and I smiled back. yay. "Now quickly come downstairs. I'm waiting." And she left.

I was heading towards the door when I heard the flower vase in my balcony break. How the hell did it fall by itself? the wind?

I took small steps, one by one.

When I stepped into the balcony, I felt the winds blow against my skin. My fringe was covering my eyes so I had to pull it back. I moved towards the flower vase which was now broken into countless pieces. The vase was a gift from aunt Jane, My father's sister, and she had made it herself. It had been a few months since she gave it to me and mom was going to be pretty mad.

I turned back to get inside the room and

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I screamed.

He came closer and covered my mouth with his cold hands.

"Shh. Shh. You're mom's gonna kill us both if you don't stop screaming." He whispered. "Go inside and lock your bedroom door."

I did what he asked me to do and allowed him to get inside my room. My room was a mess. Books were lying around on bed and piles of clothes lying in the corners. My bedsheet was grey in colour and looked very boring. Who do I even care? He is not here to judge my bedroom. But why is he even here?

He looked hotter than before. He had a blue check shirt and black jeans on. His hair were down, perfectly combed. His eyes were shining so bright and he had the ocean blue colour whereas before, his eyes were dark blue. I think I'm falling in love with his eyes. And he smelled so amazing. I have to ask him what cologne he uses.

"Why are you doing here?" He didn't hear anything and then I realized that I was still whispering so I cleared my throat and repeated my words. He looked at me and smiled mischieviously.

"Me? Nothing much. Just checking you out." He smirked. Checking me out? what?

"Nice bra colour. Blue is my favourite."

OH OH MY GOD. DID HE ACTUALLY SEE ME NAKED? HOW LONG WAS HE IN MY BALCONY? OH NO WHY AM I BLUSHING?? FUCK WHY DID I EVEN LEAVE MY BALCONY DOOR OPEN? I SHOULD KEEP IT SHUT ALL THE TIME!

"Hey hey, don't worry. I didn't take a picture, and I certainly won't tell anyone." He winked and fell on my double springed mattress bed.

"GET UP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? AND HOW DID YOU GET INSIDE? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? AND WHO THE FUCK IS ALI? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOUR NAME AND-" I stopped screaming when I heard another person scream in the background.

"Nikita, You alright there?" Shit. My mom.

"Yeah, mom! Just watching tv!" I screamed back. I didn't wait for another scream from my mom. I looked back at him as in 'I am going to murder you.'