When I wake up, my bedroom is dark and I cannot see. I look over at my black alarm and see the numbers, which are in bright red. The time is 2:56 am and my eyes widen. I feel around for my phone and when I grab it, I turn on the flashlight. I walk downstairs, guided by the light of my phone. I find the kitchen and turn off my phone light, then switch on the kitchen light. I almost scream when I discover my brother and the Bad Boys in there, sitting in the dark.
"You scared me!" I whisper and shout, since my family are asleep upstairs.
Lukas rubs his face and sighs, "Why are you up?"
"I couldn't sleep, and why are you awake at three in the morning with two boys in our kitchen?" I ask.
"None of your business." He says, and I look at him suspiciously before heading over to the fridge. I grab the orange juice and pour myself a glass. Walking over to the counter, Matt looks at my pyjamas and laughs. A girl needs her special pyjamas, for me they're my pyjama top and shorts with a cute dog on the front. The shorts are spotty and I pull them down a bit, self conscious that they are quite short. Unintentionally showing off my thighs and lower legs. I catch Matt and Parker staring at them and my cheeks redden in embarrassment. I sit down quickly, hoping it can shield the view of them.
"Well, Lukas. I'm gonna drink this and then go back up to bed." I say, and curse in my head because I can't stay down here.
"Usually when you can't sleep, you stay up for the rest of the night and chill in the kitchen." Lukas says, and I want to stamp my foot in frustration. He knows I want to go away because of the embarrassment. Damn, I think.
"Well... I'm going to go and chill somewhere else then so you boys can have... boy discussion time." I reply and down the rest of my drink really quickly.
"Looks like you would be good at shots, English Redhead." Matt says when I am about to walk away.
"Looks like you are going to get punched soon if you keep calling me that." I say, with my back turned to him. I then look over my shoulder and see him smirking.
"I'd like to see you try, English Redhead." Matt says smugly.
"Well, I'm sure you don't want your pretty little face messed up so you should stop calling me that." I say, and walk away, I hear the boys chuckle. I walk over to the basement door and tiptoe down the stairs. When we got the house, it had already been converted into a chill out room with sofas. So luckily, I can just sit down on a sofa and do nothing but think.
I grab a pillow and cuddle it like a teddy bear then lean into the sofa. Goosebumps begin to form because I have no blanket or duvet, so I pick one up from the back of the sofa and cover myself in it. I begin to feel groggy and I fall asleep in ten minutes.
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I wake up in my bed, strange that I am not in the basement. On my bedside table is a note written with neat handwriting.
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English Redhead,
Your weak brother made me take you upstairs and I had to use my strength. Nice pyjamas by the way. ;)
The Ever So Sexy Samson
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I roll my eyes and crumple up the paper, then chuck it in the bin, which is across the room. With my amazing throwing skills, it lands in the bin and I grin. Jumping out of bed, I get ready for school and then leap downstairs, ready for the day.
As usual, Laya and my siblings are up before me. Lukas isn't here, he probably left with Parker and Matt. Laya passes me a plate of two crumpets, buttered and with some chocolate spread on it.
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The Bad Boy And The English Redhead
HumorWhen seventeen year old Lucy Edwards moves from England to America, she feels as if her life is going to fall apart. When she makes more friends, she slowly falls in love with America.... until she meets the bad boy/ player. Matt Samson. For Matt...
