Protect Me Forever

Living With The Bad Boy

I woke up, feeling happier than ever. It's strange how Ashton makes me so happy but when I think of Mike, my eyes become watery.

Not wanting to think about it, I sat up in bed, thinking about my life. How my life with Mike was so wonderful, but when he committed suicide, his dad started coming after me.

The shocking news was, his dad, Brian, blamed me for Mike's death; and the sad thing was that I also blamed myself. If I never moved, he wouldn't be dead right now.

Not wanting to think about my screwed up life, I got out of bed, thinking instead about what I'm going to wear for my first day of school. I don't ever dress to impress someone, but I do think appearance matters for a lot of obvious reasons; and of course, personal reasons.

I pick out a white long sleeve top, with lace sleeves, and pair that with my light blue jeans from Blue Spice. For the feet, I decided to go with my high tops white converse.

Walking downstairs, Jack is smirking at me at the table. I dismiss it, until someone walks out of the bathroom. He's not just someone, he's my hot neighbor across the street!

Not only is he my hot neighbor, but he just walked out of my bathroom. Did I forget to mention that his hair is dripping with water, and the only clothes he has on is a white towel that clung to his skin low on the waistline.

Trying my hardest not to check him out, I hear coughing, knocking me out of my gaze. I look over at Jack, and he has a cheeky grin on his face, knowing I just checked out Ashton.

I looked at Ashton, preparing for his signature smirk, and there it was. He stared into my eyes, doing nothing but smirking.

My brother got up from the table, probably thinking we needed a moment alone. He bolted up the stairs, and I shot daggers through his back, while he sprinted to get ready.

Looking behind me, Ashton was still smirking, still gorgeous, not moving a muscle.

Not being able to help it, I absorbed his body, thinking I would never see it again. I started at his abs, his gorgeous six pack. Before I could trail my eyes up to his face, he had a huge coughing fit, ruining the moment completely.

My eyes shot up at his face, while I blushed furiously.

"God Sid, I know that I'm gorgeous, but why make it so obvious you think that way. I mean, you practically checked me out twice in two minutes." He said, while having quite a laughing fit. He walked over to the coffee pot, making it looked like he lived there.

"First of all, you're not gorgeous, I am. And second, what are you doing in my house?" I ask, very sceptical. He clicked a few buttons on the Keurig coffee maker, and then looked back at me.

"My plumbing isn't working, and my mom is on a business trip. I mean, I'm fine being alone, but my plumbing not working, is a whole different thing." He said as if it was obvious, gesturing to the towel wrapped around him.

The pretty boy did have a point. I mean, I could stay home alone, but if my plumbing wasn't working, I would definitely go to someone's house. But the question was, why did he choose my house? Of all neighbors, he picked my house.

"True. I agree with that, one thing I agree with you in life. Can you please put on some clothes, though?" You know you like it, Sidney. Stupid conscious, you're right.

He put his coffee down on the counter, and took a step forward. My heart did four front flips, and my breathing instantly got heavy. My pulse was racing, and my tummy had butterflies swarming inside.

His face held a smirk, and his breathing I could feel on my nose. He lowered his body so that his face was near my ear. He started whispering in that husky voice of his.