Watching The Bad Girl

Dream Girl?

Bell

I sigh when I wake up from my nap to crying. I stand, groaning and stumble down the stairs. Ben sits at the bottom, holding his foot. "What's wrong, baby?" I say, not so nicely. "I'm not a baby!" He whines. I sit at the island in our kitchen, "Mmmhm." "I stubbed my toe," he mumbles. I burst out laughing, "You really are a baby!" Once I can speak I say, "Did mom drop you off?" "Yeah," he sniffles. I check my phone, 7:50. "I'm leaving, see you, kid," I go grab my black back pack, full of my stuff. "You can't!" Ben's voice cracks, "We have a babysitter!" "What?" I snip. Mom struts down stairs with dad following behind.

"Just stay in your room," Mom says, as I pull out a pudding cup. I shove the spoon in my mouth and walk up the stairs. I hear the doorbell ring as I close the door. I flop on my bed and pull out my composition book. Inside is all my plots and plans. Tomorrow night, I'm going to stick glue in Nolan's bed, so when he goes to bed he'll get stuck. Not just that, I'm going to scare the crap out of him. That jerk.

I scribble some pranks in. And turn on my tv.

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Ben

Emily is so pretty. And so nice! Her smile makes me feel warm. There she sits, next to me, watching the tv. Her smile is illuminated by the movie. "So, Ben," She says looking at me. I smile, "Yeah?" "You have a sister right?" I almost frown, ugh, Bell. I nod. "Why isn't she down here?" She asks. My mind starts ticking...I'm going to prank her! "She's really lonely," I say, holding back my grin, "I bet she'd really like you. You should go say hi." She stops, and looks at me, "I can't leave you." I give a bright smile, "I'll be good! I really like this movie!" She nods a little, "Want me to make you dinner first?" I nod willingly.

The mac and cheese tasted really good. I sit down, stuffed. I burp and look at miss Emily. She cleans up the table and smiles at me, "Hey, can I go check on your sister?" I nod, smiling. She gives small nod and starts walking up the stairs. I snuggle in, awaiting Bell's mad yelling.

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Bell

I lean to the side, wishing I could sneak out and meet Nolan somewhere. I may be mad at him, but he meaned a lot to me. I remember his lips, his bare chest, his smirk, which ugh was so flirtatious. I sigh and move my hair out of my eyes and look at the tv. I hear the stairs creak, I've trained myself to know when someone's coming.

I shuffle up, the covers moving under me. I'm wearing a loose black tank top and small comfy pj shorts. If someone comes in, I'm shit. A knock rings off my door, "Um, hi?" "Who are you?" I sneer. I hear a chuckle, "I'd rather speak to a face, not a door." I roll my eyes a bit, "Most people do." "Can I come in?" She says, I can sense amusement in her voice. "Can you?"

I hear more giggles then the door creaks open. Shit! "Well your funn-" Her voice cuts off as she sees me. Her face drains off color, except for her cheeks. I can feel my cheeks burning too. "I'm so sorry," She murmurs, looking down. "Well it happened," I say, avoiding looking at her, "So nothing you can do now." She gives a small smile, I have to admit is cute.

"Can I um, can...may I actually come in?" She says, shuffling her feet. "May yo-" Damn it, that doesn't work, "Yeah, whatever." She giggles and closes the door. "Um, Bell....Connice?" She says, sitting at the edge of my bed. I pause the tv, "Connit." She nods. I know I should make sure she's Emily Jammison, but I know it's Emily Jammison. I look at her, questioningly. She laughs, "I know you know my name. Pretty sure even is school does." I notice her cheeks burn brighter when she notices she's kind of bragging. "Yeah," I agree softly. "Well shit," I mumble. She looks up, surprised. "I guess this is awkward." She gives a chuckle, "Your straight to the point, huh?" I wouldn't call me straight right now, because I can't help but check her out.

A little bit later she laughing at something else I said. I don't really remember, I'm just looking at her red face. I look down. Oh hell no! I'm still in this outfit. I blush brighter and look around. My clock says 9. Damn, we've been talking for a while. "So, dating anyone?" Emily says, fixing her bun. "Um, no, just broke up," I avoid her gaze. "I'm so sorry," She whispers.

"Jeez you say that a lot," I say moving my hand, it's so close to hers. She moves until she's laying, staring at me, on her stomach. I do the same and look at her face. "Who's your dick head then?" She giggles, her face! So adorable. Her eyes are dark green that emerge into circles of bright green. Her hair is so silky, and it fights perfectly on her shoulders. She has dimples and pink cheeks. Her lips are beautiful, they look so soft. Her body has lots of curves, and everything is smooth.

She smiles, "You mean boyfriend?" I shrug, tracing my finger closer to her hand. "I'm dating Daniel Marceal." I nod, and take a breath. Her breath is close to my cheeks, so close. Her hand brushes my hair on my shoulder lightly. She whispers, "Have you liked a girl before?" DAMN, she's confident! I swallow, "Once or twice....you?" She gives me a wide wolfish smile, "Maybe." "Who?" I whine. I've never whined before...I'd whine for her. Jeez, who am I? "Three girls. An actor, Lucie Windler, and um..Marsha Sams." I look away, avoiding her question.

"Who do you like? Liked?" She pushes. I sigh, "Paris Lee, and..um, yeah that's it." She looks at me, head cocked, "That's it?" I nod, my cheeks burning. Her smirk widens, "Are you sure?" "Yes!" I chirp quickly. Ben calls from downstairs, "Emilyyyyyy! I want dessert!" I look her back in her beautiful green eyes. She smiles widely at me. She stands and her hand brushes mine. As she walks away, opening the door, "Paris Lee was hot."

Damn it! That girl is hot and confident! Ughhhhhh. I can't help it, I would love to kiss that wolfish grin.

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Ugh, stupid Ben, lol! Thanks for reading! Love you guys! Don't be quiet, I need ya'! :)

-Wolfy