Breaking The Rules

Chpt. 46

Noah's POV:

"Why the fuck didn't you wake her up?!" I screamed at whoever the fuck was sleeping in the same bed with my girl, "who the fuck are you anyways?" I want meaning to sound so harsh and loud, but it just so happen to come out that way.

"My name is Taylor," I could see his face getting red from anger, "and if it's not obvious, I've been trying to wake her up!" He stormed back at me, I stepped closer to him.

He eyed me, not breaking the contact. Bree just sat on the bed confused, hell, I'm confused too.

"I'm Noah, it's nice to meet you." I eyed him, breaking the contact, I walked over to Bree and brought her into my arms.

I had to take off my black leather jacket, leaving me in my plain baggy T shirt that she's always loved on me.

She didn't hesitate to hug back, and whenever she did, I couldn't have stopped the smile on my face. The way her small arms wrapped around my waist was suddenly familiarity again, and I can feel my heart beating faster.

I can honestly say, I've dated a lot of girls, but not one of them have had this affect on.

"I'm gonna go." The dude said awkwardly before trying to exit door, but damn Bree had to stop him.

"Wait, Taylor" she let her grip around me go, she stood awkwardly looking at him, "please stay." Her eyes pleading for him, and I can't help but feel a small bit of jealousy.

After a few seconds of awkward staring, he nodded, walking back into the room, "I don't want to be in the way of you two." He sat on the bed, I kind of like this dude.

"This is Taylor, my childhood bestfriend." She explained, looking back and fourth.

Taylor was somewhat similar to me in so many ways, it was creeping me the fuck out.

"I'll sleep in the floor." He said, no emotion showing in his eyes, it was obvious that he was tired. Hell, it's three o'clock in the morning.

My mind traced back to when I found Bree huddled up, screaming to herself. I still don't understand what that was all about, but maybe later she'll open up and tell me about it. I'm not going to force her.

I'm just happy she's awake now, and not going through whatever nightmare it was.

"Thank you." Bree walked over and kissed him on the cheek, is she doing this to me on purpose?

I mean, I guess she could do anything with him, because of the fact that we aren't actually dating, but still.

She's all mine, and I want it to fucking stay that way.

"I still haven't forgotten about that huge argument we had just a couple of days ago" She glared at me, that fucking glare that I hate.

She scooted over making room for me on the bed, I love the way that she's mad at me, but yet she's letting me sleep with her.

"Come here." I practically demanded, but in a soft caring way, of course.

I felt her body press against mine, sending automatic chills that I only get when I'm around her.

Her arm fell on top of my lower waist while resting her head on my chest.

"I hate to say it, but I'm glad you're here." She muttered into my ear, where Taylor couldn't hear her.

My heart sunk, and I felt my cheeks go hot.