N. Hanson's Point Of View
"Why didn't we go through the front door? I've been to your house before." Bryce questioned me as we both crawled into my room through the window. He's so cute, I think to myself as we entered my room. Bryce dropped his bag on the floor and I did so too.
I turned to Bryce, "Because nobody knows you're here. Which means they won't be in our business, worried about us being.. well- teenagers." I spoke, throwing my arms around Bryce's neck and smiling at the boy.
Bryce placed quickly rubbed his nose against mine before leaning in and pecking my lips. He pulled away, smiling down at me. I chuckled, leaning back in and attaching our lips.
Bryce pulled my into him, his arms snaked around my waist, our lips moving in sync. I stepped backwards, falling back onto my bed. I let out a small laugh before kissing Bryce back.
"Naomi, you home?" I heard Jace ask. I quickly pushed Bryce off of me, sitting up on the bed. Bryce looked at me, his eyes wide as he nervously ran his hands through his hair.
"What do I do?" Bryce asked in a hushed tone. I heard footsteps inching towards my door. I shrugged, "Get under my bed." I commanded the boy.
Bryce furrowed his brows together, "Under your bed? That's not a very secure spot!" He argued, still quiet but in a tone that suggested he was raising his voice. Rightfully so, I mean- I did get us into this mess.
"Naomi?" Jace asked, calling out for me. "Bryce!" I squealed, I could hear Jace knock on the door of my bedroom.
Bryce quickly dropped to the floor, crawling under my bed. I hopped onto my bed, running my hand through my hair to tame it. "Come in!" I called back.
Jace entered my room, staring at my suspiciously. I smiled, "Hey!" I spoke happily, a little too happily. Jace raised a brow, "I thought I heard you taking to someone." He stated in confusion.
I quickly shook my head. Jace stepped towards me, my heart racing as he inches closer to my bed, he knows Bryce is here. Oh fuck. He's going to kill him.
Jace ducked under my bed, "Hey, Bryce." He greeted the boy. "Shit." I cursed under my breath as I watched Bryce crawl out from under my bed. The boy brushed himself off before smiling up at Jace, "Hey, Jace! Nice to see you!"
I stood up from my bed, beside Bryce, "Do not tell Mom, Jace!" I commanded the boy, not in a pleading manner but as a stern command.
"Why not?" Jace cockily asked me, raising a brow and folding his arms across his chest. Oh, you are in for a world of hurt Jace Hanson.
I cockily grinned in return, "Don't you realize how much I have against you? Enough to get your car taken away. Enough for Mom to put you on lockdown." I stated, smirking in a devious manner.
"You're bluffing." Jace retorted, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows. I chuckled, "How about we wait till Mom gets home and you can find out."
Jace groaned loudly, rolling his eyes. He glanced down at Bryce and I, shaking his head. I sighed in defeat, "Fine!" He gave in, walking out of my room and slamming the door behind him.
I chuckled, turning to Bryce. I wrapped my arms around his neck, "Where were we?" I sweetly asked. My eyes met his, my heart fluttering in my chest. You'd think feelings like that would go away after a while, but they don't. Honestly, I don't think they ever will.
"This new side of you is... attractive to say the least." Bryce commented, smirking lightly as he leaned towards me. You're driving me mad, Bryce Loski.
"Is that so?" I questioned the boy. Bryce nodded slowly, our faces inching closer together before we crashed in the middle. Our lips locking.
Bryce quickly pulled away, gazing down at me, "You drive me mad."
