Bad Boys' Game

Chapter Nine

I woke up to the sound of breathing directly next to me. At first, I panicked, because I should be alone, but then I remembered that I involuntarily let Will sleep over.

I couldn't just carry him home, and I didn't even want to try waking him up, I guess because I was too tired to care.

I guess this was still better than the first time we had a sleepover, the night before, when he was shirtless and I was scared to death that my parents were going to find out.

I  made sure that I locked my door last night so that my parents couldn't walk in on, well, this.

I checked the time to see that it was just about time for me to get up and start getting ready, when I realized it was Friday.

Today would be the day that I received my letter of recommendation from Mr. Bradbrook.

I rolled over to wake Will up, and as soon as I saw his face, I bursted into laughter, tears rolling down my cheek.

I forgot what I had done last night up until this moment.

Payback for telling everyone about our little sleepover, I drew on his face...

With my makeup...

And I don't mean to brag or anything, but I did a super good job, considering he was basically unconscious and couldn't work with me at all whatsoever.

I gave him the whole face, too.

Blush, lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, eye liner, you name it.

And don't even think I forgot to take pictures. I made sure I did, it will come in handy if the need to blackmail him arises in the future.

Which it probably will.

I think my horrendous laughter was what shook him awake moments later, when he then asked me what the hell I was going on about.

I didn't say anything and just ignored him, continuing to laugh, until my laughter finally died down.

"Ummm," he yawned, "I'm gonna go now... Sorry I fell asleep here," he stated sarcastically and grinned at the same time.

"Oh, it's definitely okay," I grinned ear to ear.

He gave me a suggestive look and I rolled my eyes while he quickly gathered his things and crawled through the window heading home.

I was hoping that he wouldn't look at himself in the mirror this morning, so that he'd end up walking through the school with a full face of makeup, but I figured the likelihood of that happening was one in a billion.

He always had to check himself in the mirror, he's a bad boy, of course he wants to make sure he looks good.

Though he really doesn't need to try.

Will managed to leave my window slightly ajar, and he also did the same with his, and that's how I was able to hear him yell my name, followed by a long string of curses.

I giggled, shutting and locking my window really fast.

I texted my parents to let them know I was up and so they wouldn't ask why my door was locked.

I went over to my closet and picked out a white sundress with little red flowers lacing around the skirt. Then I headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Once I got in the bathroom I locked the door, just in case there was a wild Will attack, and I took off my night clothes and hopped into the shower.

As soon as I was done, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself. I grabbed my lavender scented deodorant that matched my shampoo.

I quickly put on the sundress, and brushed my hair. When I opened the door I was greeted by an angry looking Will with makeup smudged all over his face.