He Might Be Bad But He's Mine

After Party

Jordan

When the party was over we looked dumb because everyone wanted to go to the Fredrick's house for a party but JD and I we were just sitting on the couch like idiots refusing to go.

Brandon did nothing but glare at JD and I the entire time. He looked at us like we were shit stuck on the bottom of his shoe. He hated the fact that we liked each other. When he saw me sitting on JD's lap I looked over at him and smirked then kissed the hell out of JD. Added a little tongue too, just to get on his nerves.

JD looked at me like I was crazy because he wasn't expecting it but after awhile we just went full on make out in front of everybody.

Mom had left midway through the party when the guys there started giving her looks that she didn't like. Of course she didn't know that the boys were probably doing so just to make her leave. It worked. About thirty minutes later she called telling me that she would be staying with Jennette her friend from work. This was music to the guys' ears.

They busted out the alcohol I had suspected that they brought just in case of something like this. They were actually pretty smart for a bunch of weirdos who liked to make out with girls and get them all frazzled then just up and leave them.

When the boys and their playthings were done trying to get JD and I to go to the party with them they left and as I had wished all night they just left to go get drunk. My brother was so excited to finally be 16 that he went and got drunk in his room before they even left to go get drunk with each other like idiots.

"Come here." I whispered into JD's ear.

"Where?" He pestered.

"Shhhh...." I told him.

"There's nobody here!" He shouted smirking.

I reached for his hand and led him upstairs hand in hand until we reached my room. I slammed the door behind me causing JD to slightly jump.

I giggled then walked over to the bathroom to touch up my make up. I came out and he smirked lying on the bed like a model; on his side with his hand holding up his head and his other hand on his hip. I laughed as I ran towards the bed he flipped to his back before I reached the bed so I wouldn't hurt him when I jumped on him.

I landed on him and put my hands in his hair as his found my hips and ran up and down my thighs. He couldn't quite find a position on my hips or thighs that he liked so he placed them on my butt and I squealed in surprise as he grabbed my butt in his hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"I am trying to get comfortable with another human being laying on top of me." he smirked.

"I can get up." I teased.

"NO!" he yelled which told me he liked this and was in fact comfortable.

"Fine." I smiled at him as he smirked.

"You were just trying to work me up!" he said.

"Yes. I. Was." I said while peppering kisses down his jawline in between kisses.

He let out a light groan and I laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" He asks acting like he is annoyed with me to try and make me laugh more.

"Do you want me to laugh?" I ask.

"How did you know?" He asks me smirking.

He says that when I laugh it makes him melt inside; I don't even know how that is possible I think that my laugh is the ugliest thing to ever be created on planet Earth.

"Tell me a joke then" I say to him smirking.

He smirks at me and then attacks me with tickles all over my stomach making me laugh so hard that I can hardly catch my breath.

"Stop it" I giggle while trying to get my breathing back to normal.

"Fine then." He says smiling and finally releasing my stomach from his hands.

I roll over on the bed to where I am on my back and before I could breathe a sigh of relief he rolled over on top of me!

He was hovering over me now careful not to put all of his weight on my petite body.

"Hey!" I say.

"What!" He says smirking at me.

*cue the butterflies!*

I just love that smirk of his.

"What are you smiling at?" He asks disrupting my thoughts and then it occurs to me that I don't have to lie this time.

"You!" I say biting my lower lip.

This shocks him because he just freezes.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah, I just didn't know that you looked at me like that." He says.

"Like what exactly?" I ask.

"You know like you're picturing taking my clothes off."

He says this and my heart jumps around in my chests. Do I admit that I do look at him that way or just let him think that I do without truly confirming it?

Before I can think about it any longer my mouth blurts out something I didn't ever think I would admit to his face.

"Yeah sometimes.What about you?" I ask.

"Gosh I didn't know you looked at me the same way that I look at you."

I'm pretty sure my heart just melted.