When She Falls

Chapter 2

| chapter 2 : cocky bad boys and drunken men |

Carter watched as Jake grimaced at the pile of boxes and furniture that littered the living room before them. She couldn't help but wonder wether or not he had a six pack. Hey! It was okay to be perverted sometimes, maybe. Only if they were really hot. Greek gods were hot in her opinion. Yea. It was fine. She could perv. Nodding her head as she won the internal battle.

He must have caught her staring at him or something because his supposedly signature bad boy smirk appeared on his lips again as he glanced at her bed. A cheeky, creepy and perverted smile all at once spread across his lips "Hey baby, let me help you with that, we'd make a rocking team" he said with a cocky wink causing her to grimace in pure disgust.

Carter scrunched up her nose before jutting her hip out sassily and perching her hand lightly on her cocked hip she frowned. "Do you ever stop with the sex references" she huffed in frustration yet couldn't help but let the smallest tug of a smile reach her lips. How, in the small amount of five minutes, could this teenage Greek god, piss her off and make her smile all at once.

A sloppy grin rose to his features as he shook his head "there's worse to come princess" he warned. Winking. Again. He had a clear over obsession with winking obviously. Carter rolled her eyes, because ya know. Spending the rest of her day unpacking furniture with a flirty (or horny, she couldn't figure it out) teenage boy was exactly how she planned to spend her first day in her new house.

As he began to ramble something about how she should be appreciating the fact she was in the presence of her neighbourhoods extremely sexy bad boy she zoned out. She grabbed the box in front of her and found some of her dad's stuff. It was just little memories, trophies, books, sketches, bills, photos that sort of thing.

Carter lifted it, visibly struggling as she made her way to the stairs. Still the so called 'bad boy' was rambling on about his reputation. This guy was either going to have to get the hell out of her house or do something useful. She wasn't one for socialising and wasn't about to change that for any Greek god.

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After at least an hour of continuous arguing Carter had finally came out with it, this teenage boy had managed to get on her nerves real bad and he wasn't going to be let off easily. She approached him and stood close to him, looking him straight in the eye ( her horrible attempt at being scary ) .

"Look, If your gonna stand there and be a bloody arrogant jerk and not help me than get the hell out of my house!"

She yelled in frustration. Probably a little louder thanshe had originally intended but as long as it got the message across that she was being serious she was happy. With an irritated, and slightly egotistical groan Jake had lifted the bottom base thing of one of the beds and, struggling,  turned back to her.

" what room does this one go in? " he groaned slightly. He was clearly pretty frustrated. It was her turn to smirk. She studied it for only a few moments, it was bigger than hers was so it was most likely her fathers.

"Upstairs, second room on the left" she instructed under her breath before grabbing the other end and helping him move it up the stairs. She was watching him, the way his muscles tensed. He carried himself easily, as if he were used to being around strangers. It bothered her, especially the fact that he seemed like your typical player. Hot, charming, cocky, she'd make a mental note about not getting mixed up in that.

A couple hours of grunts, sweat, blood and pissed off teenagers the beds and the rest of the furniture were in place. Carter was flopped across the back of the couch while Jake was leant against the wall. They were both dozing when the sound of the front door handle jiggling stirred them.