The Bad Boy [Carter Reynolds]

The bad boy (20)

The warm feeling of water, is refreshing on my body. I close my eyes and run some soap to my skin, trying to feel as clean as possible.

I stand in the shower, humming some lyrics that are playing in my head. Not worrying about anything as the hot water pour down, cleaning my skin.

I tried thinking about everything else than my fight with mom and dad. The sight of him stings. Oy calling him dad inside my head, makes me want to puke.It reminded me of everything he did in the past. I don't know why mom would even let him in to the house again. But there was obviously something they were not telling me. Something they were hiding. I really don't want to face my dad again. I'm trying to push the thought of them away and think about everything else.

That I am standing naked inside of Carter's house. Carter of all people. I always end up being with him. No matter what it is.

Closing my eyes, I wash my face with my hands cleaning all the makeup and dirt that was left. Not worrying about anything, as the warm water pours on my face.

"OMG' I forgot something!" He grin, interrupting my thoughts, laughing as he takes a random soap flickering his eyes at me. I quickly hide my chest, turning around screaming.

"Carter! You fucking asshole! Get the out before I kill you!" I litterally scream, as loud as I can. I could feel my whole face was getting red from embarrassement. He burst out in laughter and runs out like a little school boy that just did a big prank.

I really feel like dying now.

"You're a jerk" I shout, and put the soap back in place where it stood. I wipe all the dirt from my face and clean myself done.

"I know" he laughed, shouting back making me roll my eyes.

I can't believe he did that. Such a jerk. I should've locked.

Turning off the shower, I stepped out taking a tower and rub myself dry. I immediently put on the clothes he gave me and a scent of girly perfume filled the room. The clothes were a little big larger than my size but it worked.

Ugh I hate him. I really am gonna kill him. I turn the handle, stepping out to see him lying on the bed.

"Hi sexy" hi waves at me, lying on the bed. He was on his phone, lying posited resting his head on his wrist. His eyebrow wiggled teasingly at me, when I stepped out of the bathroom. I run up to him, jumping on the bed, looking like an angry gorilla.

"I can't believe you did that! You asshole!" I say and hit him with the closest pillow I could find. He burst out laughing and I couldn't help but too giggle a little bit too.

"Sorry I had to" he say still laughing, trying to holds his arms in front of him, protecting him from my angry pillow hits.

We both still laugh as I hit him as hard as I could with the pillows. He didn't hit back, he was just laughing enjoying himself.

"Ah! Idiot" I sigh, in defeat and jump on my back, after I have hit him like hundredth times. He quickly positioned himself so he were lying on the side, looking down at me. Staring. His brown eyes staring intensely at mine giving me a goosebumps, and I had to remind myself why I am here in the first place.

"I hate you" I say giggling, and he rolls his eyes, smiling teasingly.

"You said that a thousand times already" he whined, and pout cutely at me.

"I know! But I really do!" I shout, stressed.

"Awe Maggie! That's mean, do you really hate me that much?" He say, pouting, holding his hand on his heart.

"Yes" I give him a poker face

"Okay" he shrugged. "I guess there's nothing I can do about it then, right?" He grin his evil famous smirk. And I know imdiently that he is up to something.

"Carter! Don't--" I shout, but it was to late. He already started tickling me and we both burst out in laughter.

Holding both of my hands on my side tickling me, he positioned himself so he sat on top of me giving me butterflies and a tomato face.

"Stop it!" I practically scream, my face was probably red and my stomach hurt, from laughing. He trapped me.

again.

The laughing and giggling probably was probably echoing around the house, but neither of us seemed to care. I tried tickling him back, and kicking with my foot but it was no use.

"Carter! stop I can't breathe!" I scream, and he stopped, still smirking because he held my arms tight by my sides.

"Can you let go of my arms now" I say, pleading

"Nope!" He giggled. "I'm enjoying this way to much!" He smirked, teasingly.

"I see that" I giggled, breathing heavily from all the laughing. He breathed heavily too, I could hear it. And I saw his chest were pumping slowly up and down. I flicker my eyes and looked back at his intensely stare, and slightly evil smirk.

He stopped tickling me for a while and the atmosphere got quiet as he locked his eyes in mine. Both of us breathing heavily and loudly. I could feel myself getting obnoxious, when he stared at me like that. His eyes were moving down my face and I could feel myself flush.

"I wanna do something" he whispers, breathily, still looking down at my lips.

"Okay" was all I managed to say, as I swallow the big lump in my throat.

Then he leaned in.