Bad Boy's Game

Chapter 4: I could get you a salad?

Chapter 4

As I lay in the sand, my hair spread out to frame my head, I can't help but smile at the day I've had. Ian and I spend hours swimming and laughing and just enjoying each others' company. There is mild flirting that takes place whenever I get out of the water and my naked physique is on display.

Normally, I would be completely embarrassed to let someone, a guy especially, see me naked, but in a strange way, I feel comforted to know that Ian thinks my body is sexy. It sort of gives me the confidence I never realized I needed.

I'm completely content with my figure, but I'm no size zero. I don't wake up extra early in the morning to go running, I don't deprive myself of food, and trust me when I say I don't eat only salads and any other food with low carbs and trans fat. I'm the type of girl who never exercises, and will willingly eat a cheeseburger with fries and a milkshake and still be hungry. If I didn't have such a kick ass metabolism, I'd probably be over weight by now.

In my opinion, any girl who looks like she's been deprived of food her entire life, clearly needs about twenty cheeseburger. I don't understand why guys find it attractive to be with a girl that resembles a twig. How could it possibly be a turn on to be with a girl who could fly away in windy weather? I mean honestly, that's something I'll never understand.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

My point is that I don't have a models body, and like every girl, I do have some insecurities about my weight. So having Ian think I'm sexy, is a major boost to my ego.

I mean honestly, getting a compliment from someone like Ian, a person who doesn't have a single flaw on his perfectly sculpted God like body, makes my stomach feel all fluttery and puts a blush on my cheeks. spending the afternoon with him, I decide that I'll give him another chance. I'm sure the stunt he pulled today was nothing more than him trying to prove that he could get any girl he wanted, which is why we're only going to be friends, or at least that's what I keep telling myself. The truth is that that kiss we shared earlier did things to me that I couldn't even describe with words.

I'm not going to set out on some crazy mission like the girls in books and movies do, where they try to take the bad boy out of his player ways. I'd be stupid to think that he'd actually stop sleeping with other girls, girls who are way more charming and experienced than I am, all because I might have a slight crush on him. I'm sure every girl in the school wants to get in his pants, and I'm not a girl who gets into cat fights with Barbie wanna-be's over a guy, especially not a guy who's probably been in more holes than a groundhog.

I look to my left and see that Ian is already looking at me. He has a confused look on his face, and his eyebrows are all scrunched up in an adorable way, creating a crease on his forehead. I lift my hand to his face and smooth out the crease, which only seems to confuse him more.

"Are you listening to me?" he asks, taking my hand in his and removing it from his face. "Or are you too busy checking me out again?" with that being said, a sly smirk begins to creep its way onto his face.

"Huh?" Is my oh so eloquent reply.

"Ok so you weren't listening to me." he chuckles quietly to himself before getting up and brushing the sand from his jeans. "I said I'm hungry, and I wanted to know if you wanted to grab a bite to eat with me?"

I stand up as well and brushed the sand from my skirt and hair before nodding slightly. As we make our way to my car, I can't help but be grateful to him for offering to take me out. Knowing my mother, she was probably too busy arguing with my father to even bother trying to cook. Most nights, I'm the one who makes dinner for us. I mean it usually ends with my father storming out of the room, and my mother pouring herself a glass or two, or twelve, of wine, but that's just dinner with my family for ya. They don't know what it means to have a civil conversation that isn't for show anymore.