Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Two

Part Two

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A thunderous knock shatters the morning quiet, jolting me awake. I groan, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as the persistent banging grows louder. With an annoyed sigh, I reluctantly throw off the warm duvet, my frustration mounting with each step toward the bedroom door.

Ripping it open, I confront Scott, his tousled brown hair and furrowed brow contrasting sharply with the early morning light filtering through the hallway. Leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest, he meets my gaze with those intense brown eyes.

"What the hell?" I snap, barely concealing my irritation. "It's too damn early for this. What do you want? Doesn't my silence scream 'leave me alone'?"

He raises an eyebrow, unfazed by my crankiness. Suppressing the urge to be outright rude, I force a composed expression.

"Can I use your bathroom?" he asks calmly. I arch an eyebrow in disbelief. "Jessica's hogging the downstairs shower. She's in a rush for her class, which begs the question: why aren't you dressed yet?"

Glancing down at my plain black boxers, I shrug nonchalantly. "Oh, sorry, didn't realize you were my dad now. Why not use the same bathroom since you're her boyfriend?" I fold my arms, a touch of sarcasm in my tone. "Isn't that what couples do these days? Shower together?"

His smirk widens into a grin, a familiar dimple appearing on his left cheek. He moistens his lips casually, eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Look at you, knowing the drill," he teases, his gaze unwavering. "Your mom tasked me with waking you up, and here I am. Jessica's taking forever, and I'm in a hurry. So, I was thinking... since she's busy downstairs, why not share a shower with me? You know, since we already shared saliva—"

Reacting on instinct, I grab his arm and pull him into my room, the door slamming shut a tad too forcefully. He stumbles and smirks at me when I turn around to face him.

I jab a finger at him accusingly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demand through gritted teeth. "Are you trying to get me into trouble? Because if that's your game, you're messing with the wrong guy. I'll rip your nutsack off and feed it to you in spaghetti form. Don't test me."

Scott meets my glare with a smirk that only fuels my anger. He always finds amusement in serious moments, and it infuriates me. "Okay, first, that was hot. Second, super aggressive. Thirdly, did I mention hot?"

This Monday morning couldn't get any worse. I officially hate Mondays. And Scott. I groan, burying my face in my hands before dragging them down in frustration.

I shoot him a withering look. Just because we shared a kiss doesn't mean he can do as he pleases. "Just..." I trail off, jabbing my finger towards the bathroom door. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Go take a shower and for once, shut up."

He disregards my command, sauntering towards me, his gaze never leaving mine. Scott halts in front of me, forcing me to tilt my head back slightly to meet his gaze; he's a little taller than me. His cologne envelops me, an unexpected familiarity amidst the tension.

"What if I don't want to shower alone?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

I roll my eyes, exasperated. "Seriously?" I retort. "Then I guess this morning just got a whole lot worse for you."