The Player in Him

27: Fights and Flights (Part 1)

(Edited 7/19/18–I was a bit distracted)
Ew.

I do not feel like going to school. My body is aching for some reason...maybe basketball. I take a deep breath, cuddling into my rather firm pillow when I hear voices.

"What the hell?" I hear someone chuckle and my whole body freezes.

Mom.

"Yeah I don't know what's going on either."

Michael.

If there was a word that meant every curse word created, then I'd be saying that. Why are they in my room. Are they staring at me sleep?

     "She'll explain to me later," I hear my mom's voice. "I have to go to work."

     "Yeah, me too. I'll get something out of him later." I hear Michael, followed by a kissing sound, and the door shutting.

     When the sound of the front door closing comes to my ears, I sigh, hugging my pillow closer. When did it get so firm?

     "When did you get so handsy?" Liam's husky morning voice scares the shit out of me, making me jump back and fall off the bed.

     "Why are you in my room?" I groan, picking myself up off the floor and shrieking when I see that I'm not in my room.

     "Can you shut up? I'm tired," he whines, hitting his pillow.

     I walk over to his table and I pick up his phone. You're kidding me.

7:22
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     "Liam you're such a fuckboy." I roll my eyes at him. Setting it down, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth.

     "Come here," he says into his pillow when I come back. "In the bed."

     I hop onto his bed, getting under the blankets and he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against his front. "You do know we're late for school."

     "I'm skipping." He says bluntly.

     "Alright, same."

     I would've went to school if I actually had something important to do. Maybe if I had a test or basketball practice.

     Liam's other arm comes around my neck, almost like he's trying to put me in a headlock, but it's loose. His grip on my hip tightens, before I feel his breath fan against my neck.

     I'd be lying if I said I didn't like this position. I mean, this is Liam we're talking about. As much as I hate to admit it, he's sought after by every girl. Literally everyone has some kind of attraction towards him.

     Maybe it's because he's gotten most of the school in his bed already. I refuse to have my name in his book of hits. Nope. He might be the sexiest guy alive, well, he might have a run for his money when it comes to Jack Gilinsky.

     Ooh just thinking about it gives me the feels. I mean just think about them both being at a photo shoot. I'd pass out. That's pure beauty right there.