Ross Lynch has bullied misunderstood Skylar Jones, for most of her life.
Yeah, yeah everyone is called Skylar these days.. When we all think we know the story of the fairy tale ending, 'they live happily ever after' Well no this is life, not Cinde...
I walk into my room and look at my DVD collection. What the hell does this guy even like? Scary? - No because that means I might scream and make a complete fool of myself! Romantic? - Seriously, what guy would sit and watch a romantic movie with a girl he doesn't know? Sad? - No because I will cry and all the crap that's on my face will be 'ruined' (that happened to my mom when she cries) Funny? Yes- the only safe option. I pick out grown ups 2 and run downstairs, I place it on the table in the front room and race to the kitchen to get popcorn and drinks! I put it all down in bowls and sat on the couch. I sat returning back to my episode of 'big bang Theory'
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The ding of the doorbell went off and I raced praying to God that if I do know this guy he is a nice, he's one of those kind hearted guys. Please, Please. I open the door and gasp quietly, blonde boy with skinny jeans stood there admiring the vine that ran over the front of the house, this gave me a chance to look at his side profile. Strong jawline, Blonde messy hair and those all too familiar brown eyes. He ran his long fingers through his blonde hair, hoping for it to stay from his eyes.
"Skylar?" he asked genially shocked. His hands pocketed and his eyes bulged, "this is your house? I'm babysitting you?" he states fact after fact. I don't know what possessed me to do this but I immediately tried closing the front door again. His dirty warn out converses stopped my movement, my eyes met his and he smirked, I took the chance to look at his changed outfit. Black leather jacket, a nice grey Diesel Jumper and some ripped blue jeans. I saw his eyes trailing my legs in a dark coloured matter, immediately I hide behind the door trying to stop his eyes from raking my body. The memory of not listening to him sprung up in my mind and I felt slightly query.
What is he going to do?
As I hide my body he made his way into my house. "No, no, no" I commented as I tried to keep the door closed but his strength made the slippery soles of my shoes slide over the wooden boards, the door was wide with his entrance. "Get out" I instructed pointing to the door, the light of the sun bounced on his soft locks and made his eyes look like diamonds. Shut up Skylar. "Why? your mom told me to stay" he shrugged and walked closer to me. My back hit the door pushing it to a close as I made my way backwards. I heard the click of door and flinched when Ross rested his hands on the door behind me. "You're not wearing your glasses" he muttered staring at my brown eyes. His hands cupped my cheeks and traced my lower lip, his cold hands made a chill run through my spine. Ross' thumb ran slowly over my lower quivering lip and was slowed down due to the stickiness of the gloss I put on my lips only moments before. He noticed the smoother texture and raised his thumb across the length of my lips collecting the feel of the glossiness on my red hot lips. He lifted his hand and his tongue licked over is now imprinted thumb with my lip gloss to his lips and tasted it. "Strawberry" he smirked. I gulped nervously.
