I Do... Not Want My Boyfriend

Chapter 12

Hey baby won't you look my way

I can be your new addiction

Hey baby what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

I found out that everybody talks

Everybody talks, everybody talks

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

And then she made my lips hurt

I could hear the chit chat

Take me to your love shack

Mamas always gotta back track

When everybody talks back

Chapter 12

--Clay--

I woke up Tuesday morning with the angel of my dreams wrapped in my arms. Her small head laid on my chest with her hands setting on my chest, similar to her head. One leg was laying in between my own while the other pressed up against my side. Her soft snores could be heard throughout the quiet room as light flooded in through her windows.

I stretched out my body and Elspeth stirred. She moaned, her body shifting to accomadate to the repositioning of my body. I grimaced when another need to stretch overcame me. This time I tried not to jostle her as much as before.

Elspeth sighed. "Stop moving."

Hmm, she sounds like someone who has a bit of a headache. 

"Are you tired Arden?" I teased.

She groaned and then moved one of her hands so that it was wrapped around my stomach. My body immediately heated up and a light blush tinted my cheeks. 

God, I can't believe this girl is making me blush.

"Of course I'm tired... wait, what time is it?" she suddenly asked. Her voice was still thick with sleep and she groggily lifted her head to look at her alarm clock. I turned to see that it was eight in the morning.

"Oh God!" she squealed, suddenly awake. She sat up stark straight and climbed away from me to get out of the bed. I watched as the little vixen jogged over to her closet to sort through her clothes. She grabbed a navy blue tank top, a pair of flower-print shorts, then headed over to another dresser to grab what I'm assuming was underwear.

She blushed as she grabbed everything she needed. I sat up from the bed and followed her as she headed towards her door. Apparently she was going to take a shower. 

I figured I was right when I saw her walking over to her bathroom. "Do you have to rush off somewhere?" I asked while ruffling my chestnut hair.

She nodded and then started to close the door. I stopped the door with my hand and she looked back at me furiously. I smirked at the sight of her cute bedhead hair, and pouting pink lips. I honestly didn't know that someone could wake up looking just as perfect as when they went to sleep, despite her bedhead hairstyle. 

"I have to go to work. I'm going to be late if I don't start getting ready..." she trailed off as I gave her a blank look, just wanting to get under her skin. It was almost cute to see her fume. "Like right now! So, go away."

I chuckled. I put my hands up in surrender and she let out a victorious whoop before closing the door in my face. 

I started heading back to her room to collect my shoes. Sigh, why must the girl I love be so crazy?