The Bad Boy of Mine

Chapter 10 ll STOP SAYING MY NAME I KNOW NO ONE IS AROUND US.

Zoey's POV

Chris' finger that was previously on my earlobe, now sits comfortably in my palm, on my lap. I take a gentle breath in, trying to calm myself down, but as Chris' scent hit my nose, my eyes widen a fraction and I find myself inching closer to him.

He smells of fresh cologne mixed with chocolate cakes and rainbows.

As Chris closes the distance between us, my internal organs are not having a great time at all. My heart is thumping at insane speed, those tingling sensations surge through my veins every few seconds. My throat's dry and parchy. From the back of my mind, there's a faint echo, 'first kiss'.

My eyelids spring open and I finally realise that this is going to be my first kiss.

Hell no am I going to have my first kiss at a party. Chris might even be drunk.

I've always dream of my first kiss to be cheesy and toe-curling and ground-shaking and romantic and all that stuff.

I watch as Chris' lips nears mine. Do something Zoey!

Leaning back, I take a good look at his soft features before closing the distance again and settle for a kiss on his cheek that was riskily close to his lips.

My lips decide to go against my will and linger at the area for a few seconds more. Chris' skin is smooth and when I say smooth, it's like silky smooth.

His eyebrows furrow and those lip drops into a pouting frown. I pull away fast enough before Chris can open those bright blue eyes. Hopping off the seat, I pick up my phone and make a run to the dancefloor.

Surely, he can't find me here.

Chris must be so weirded out by me right now. Geez. I had enough people thinking I'm mentally challenged.

A minute I'm so hot and bothered, eager to kiss the really attractive boy known as the bad boy. The next minute, I'm running like a headless chicken to the sweaty dancefloor.

I don't get it. How is Chris Martinez a bad boy? Just because he doesn't attend classes? Just because he gives out that 'uh huh don't fück with me' vibe?

If that is what it takes to be a badass, I think I can be one too. Just that I wouldn't want those scary muscles all over me and I would never want to skip classes.

I glance around the room for Evelyn, but is interrupted with the piercing gaze of Chris. His lips are pressing together in a straight line. Shit he looks pissed. Did I pissed him off? Because of me running away from a possible hot kiss?

I want to scowl, but I find the situation pretty amusing, so my face contorts into a weird mixture of expressions.

With that totally cool and not weird at all expression, I scurry across the dancefloor, out to the backyard.

Hmm, the grass looks nice.

I ease off the pair of Dr. Martens and gently plop myself down on a patch of grass near a couple who is cuddling.

Aww.

They remind me of Evelyn and Levi. Does Levi like Evelyn too? I hope so. The way Evelyn looks at Levi is way too cute.

"Baby, ahh."

"Don't stop."

"Ah, damn."

My mouth twists in horror and disgust as I turn around to see the couple who was cuddling a minute ago with their hands all over each other and her fingers touching his...... there.

Ah, my virgin eyes.

No one who is under the age of 21 should have seen that.

But then again, I'm the one who cried when I bought fifty shades of grey.