THE BADBOY NEXT DOOR (completed)

Not the Same as the Bad Boy

Author's Note:
Why hello there my golden stars! I'm baaaaAaaAack!!!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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I run around the corner, looking for any sudden movements holding my laser gun close to my chest. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I I peeked around the corner, searching for any attackers.

I saw a flash of movement and took off, not turning to see if anyone was following me.

Laser tag is SUPER intense.

I rounded a corner blindly, when suddenly I slammed into a tall muscular figure. We came crashing to the ground and I landed right on top of him. He let a deep groan as we hit the ground.

I looked up into a pair of eyes that appeared navy in the darkness. Chase's eyes.

We both burst at our laughing at the hilarity of our current situation. I was literally laying on top of him.

Not that I'm complaining though.

Eventually our laughter died down and we just stared into each other's eyes. I made no move to get off him.

He tucked a stray strand of blonde hair, that had fallen in front of my face, behind my ear tenderly. I sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling extremely insecure at the intimacy of his gaze.

I turned to look away and hoist myself up of the ground when he stopped me by gently grabbing my chin and turning it to face him. His fingers moved softly across my jawline leaving fire in their trail. He his hand cupped the back of my neck and slowly he pulled me towards him. My eyes fluttered closed and my heart began to race at the anticipation. Chase was about to kiss me.

After what felt like a lifetime, his soft lips finally found mine.

The kiss was...sweet. But that's all it was.

I'd always thought that when Chase and I kissed, I mean, REALLY kissed, not just because I was angry and wanted to hurt Jake. I'd always expected that it would feel like I'm lighter than air, and only the desire for Chase would keep me to the ground. I wanted a kiss that was so powerful, so spectacular that nothing else would matter in that singular moment. That, is my dream kiss.

The thing is, I've already had it.

But not with Chase.

We broke apart at the a loud siren noise coming from each of our brightly lit up vests that we were wearing, accompanied by a few mischievous laughs. A few kids had just shot us and they were going to pay.

Chase and I gave each other a knowing smirk and shot up from the ground and ran after them, completely immersed in the game.

Well...almost. I couldn't shake this odd feeling for the rest of the game that somehow I wasn't meant to have kissed Chase.

I was meant to kiss someone else.

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After the game Chase drove me home. The car ride was filled with Chase's jokes and loud music whilst I let out an awkward laugh everyone now and then.

I don't know why I wasn't feeling ecstatic that he kissed me. I mean, I've been dreaming of that moment for such a long time and now that it's finally happened...well saying that I'm disappointed is an understatement.

The whole time I couldn't stop thinking of Jake and when he'd kissed me to protect me from Martin. And I hated myself for it.

Whenever Jake kissed me it was as if he was my whole world and I was his, the desire and passion for each other like an untamable beast.