Under the Bad Boy's Spell

My Unexpected Messanger

I squinted my eyes at the bright rays of sunlight that fell over my pale face, causing me to arise from my dreamless slumber. I rubbed my heavy eyelids with the sleeve of my pajamas before I placed my glasses on my face. I heard absolutely no commotion downstairs which made me think that my mom was sleeping late. I smiled sympathetically at that thought.
My mom was always so tired after her day's hard work that she deserved to sleep late. I decided to go for an early shower and gave in to the hot, see-through liquid that ran down my spine which caused me to break out into goosebumps.
Steam filled all four walls of the bathroom when I stepped out of the boiling hot shower. The cold air stung my hot body and instantly cooled down patches of my skin. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked to my closet to pick out my outfit for the day when my phone alerted me that I had a new message. I scuttled to my bedside table and read the message.
Are you coming over today to work on the project or not? I have plenty of other stuff to do.
I choked back my cough and my eyes widened in shock and also great surprise.
My mind danced in circles at my sudden confusement. The sound of metal cluttering onto the floor made me jurk my head up from my phone and turn my gaze towards the closed door.
I'll be over soon
I typed back quickly before going downstairs to the kitchen and saw my mom's caramel hair visibly waving around as she hurried about the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of us.
"Mom, I thought you were sleeping in." I closed in on her and hugged her from behind as I buried my face in the crook of her neck.
"Morning Becca, I couldn't sleep." She informed me while she cracked the eggs into the pan and cooked them.
I jumped in and helped her with the bacon and the toast while she poured us some orange juice to go along with it.
"You will never guess who I got a message from this morning." I told her as we were sitting around the dining table enjoying our hard work.
"Who honey?" My mother asked as she placed a bacon-filled fork in her mouth and chewed on it as if it was the most delicious thing that ever touched her tastebuds.
"Caspian." I managed to get out between my eating and the clashing of cutlery.
My mom started coughing as she nearly choked on the sip of orange juice she took. After she swallowed and regained herself, she looked at me with wide eyes.
"Caspian. Caspian Carter? You mean you two are on speaking terms again?" My mother asked impressed with what she had heard from me.
As I allowed my mind to indulge into the heart-breaking year during sophomore, I sighed and poked at my egg before I propped my cheek onto my fist to hold the weight. My eyes fell to my plate and there they stayed.
"We don't exactly have a choice, mom. We sort of got paired to work on an assignment and if we don't, we both fail. I am sure he doesn't mind one bit, but I do. I have a reputation to with hold."
I plunged the egg into my mouth and chewed away fiercely while I stared out of the window watching the neighbors drive by in their cars on their way to work. My mother's stare made me stare back at her and arch a brow.
"When will you start working on this project and what project is this?" She finally asked me after a minute of intense staring.
"It's a French project and we are bound to start today. I am going over to his house later on so we can start working on it." I stated with so little enthusiam that it might as well have been a sarcastic reply.
"Give my greetings to Celeste, will you?"
I nodded curtly and pushed my plate forward before I rose from my seat and started walking to my room when my mom yelled my name and asked me to come back downstairs.
"Any nightmares last night, Becca?" She popped up the question randomly.
"No." I lied and retreated to my room before I was able to gave in to her luring and persuasive charms.
I could feel my mother's stare burning into the back of my head as I walked up the stairs to my room. The first thing I did when I pushed my door ajar was to walk over to my phone and check for any new messages. I saw that Caspian had seen my message, but made no effort to text back.
"Jerk." I murmured.
I slid my charger into my phone and decided on straightening my hair before I braided it into a fish-tail which hung under my behind. I decided to go to Caspian's at about 11 o'clock when the wind would've died down and it would be a bit warmer since the temprature will be rising throughout the day. It meant that I had two hours where I could do research on the subject of our project and it gave me time to think what I would say to him if I eventually showed up at his place.
I bursted with laughter as my thoughts ran away with me again. It stranded me in a pit of mindless thinking as I asked myself the same question repeatedly.
What do you say to a complete bad boy?