THE BADBOY NEXT DOOR (completed)

The Eyes of the Bad Boy

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I awoke to Shayla shaking my shoulder gently. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I sent her a small smile. She held out what appeared to be a coffee just for me.

"What time is it?" I asked, my voice still groggy with sleep. I took the cup from her appreciatively with my spare hand, it's warmth comforting me. It was then that I realised I'd been holding Jake's hand the whole night really tightly....like REALLY tight. I'd held on like my life depended on it.

"It's about 11," she smiled. "Hopefully he'll be up soon."

I grinned up at her. "Hey Shay, I'm fine here with him for a bit, you should head home, have a quick shower and freshen up. Just to clear your head a little and get cleaned up," I suggested realising just how worn out and disgusting she must feel right now. I know that's how I felt anyways.

"Really? You sure you'll be fine here by yourself?" She asked.

"Yeah totally don't worry about me, I'm not alone. I have Jake," I laughed half heartedly.

"Aww okay thanks sweetie you're such an angel," she grinned. "I'll be back soon." With that she left, leaving me alone with a sleeping Jake. Quite some time passed by. I continued to just watch him sleep, desperate for those stunning emerald eyes of his to open up once more, for him to come back to me. Oh what I would give to just see him smile right now. My entire being ached for him to come back to me. To just be himself again.

It's taken almost losing Jake altogether for me to realise just how much I need him in my life. I now know that I would have hated myself forever if I never had the chance to tell him how I feel. I want him and only him. Not Chase, not Justin Bieber. Jake.

Only Jake.

I let go of his hand, to wipe away a stray tear that was tumbling down my face once more. I must look like an absolute wreck right now but I don't care. Jake's hand was bruised pretty bad all over from where I'd been holding it all night long.

Whoopsie daisy.

Suddenly a groan came from Jake and he shuffled slightly in the bed.

My heart practically leapt out of my chest. He's awake! HE'S AWAKE! I froze, my heart hammering a thousand miles per hour inside my chest.

His eyes opened.

I've always known they were beautiful, but I'd never truly realised just how amazing they really were. They were a deep forest green, with flecks and strokes of dark and light shades, mixing together to create a contrasting maze of dimension and depth. They were enough to make a grown man cry.

Or...well...make me cry anyways.

Yeah that's right I started crying.

Again.

What can I say, they're very beautiful.

A smile crept onto his face as his eyes landed on me. I however, was too busy crying to even say hello.

"They're so beautiful," was all I managed to choke out, trying to wipe away my tears.

"Huh?" He chuckled, obviously used to my constant crying by now.

"You're eyes," I sobbed. "They're absolutely beautiful." I calmed my crying, a single tear slipping down my face at this point.

Painfully, he reached out to my face and gently wiped it away with his thumb, his eyes softening delicately as he gazed at me. Although he'd paled, his skin was still bronze and his hands were as soft as ever. His jawline sharper than it had ever appeared before. Even in a hospital bed he still looked like a freaking greek god.