Behind the Bad Boy

12.

"Because in my mind, everything is about you."

I sigh.

"What's your biggest turn on?"

"That's easy. You."

Stupid fucking Mason Adams.

Keeping me up at night.

Making my panties wet.

Bastard.

Bear snuggles closer to me and I eye the clock.

4:56AM.

I have to wake up in a half hour for school and I haven't slept a wink.

Fuck this. I'll just sleep in ISS.

I get up and cover Bear, kissing his fluffy head before slipping into the bathroom. Since I'm naked already, I just take a cold shower. I get out and stare at my dresser.

This is a lazy day.

I pull on panties, purple Hollister sweatpants, and a white sweatshirt that says Softball in purple letters. I don't wear a shirt or a bra. I put my hair in a messy bun and the go downstairs and make coffee. I make myself breakfast and then take Bear out.

Now I'm suddenly exhausted, even though I couldn't even shut my eyes earlier.

I bet I look like shit.

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"You look like shit." Alyssa says when I walk into ISS.

Everyone is already here and I'm late because I fell asleep in the cafeteria.

I grunt in response.

"Are you even wearing a bra?" she asks.

I shake my head and sit down in my seat.

"Are you at least wearing a shirt?" she asks.

"Nope." I reply.

"So if I walked up to you and pulled that hoodie off, you'd be all boobs?" Mason asks.

"Yup." I yawn and dig out my pillow and blanket. "I didn't sleep for one second last night, if anyone wakes me up, I will be fucking pissed."

"Do you want bacon?" Mason asks, pulling his skillet out.

"No." I say.

"Do you want another blanket?" he asks. "You can put one on the floor." He suggests.

I yawn. "I guess so."

He pulls out a light blue throw blanket that's really soft and he hands it to me.

I can smell him...

He smells like pine and it's alluring. People say that the scent of pine rids of stress.

I stand up and put my white blanket on the floor.

"You'll dirty it. You can get mine dirty, I don't-"

"I want to lay on mine because it's softer." I lie.

I want to use his so I can cover myself in his sexy ass scent.

Dammit, I need Jesus.

He sighs, nodding. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes. Why?" I ask a little too quickly.

"You're acting weird."

"No I'm not." I say a little too quickly.

"Yes you are." Everyone says.

"I'm just really tired." I say.

"I think we should keep her awake. Since she's sleep deprived, she'll get super hyper. I give it ten minutes tops before she's laughing nonstop about something someone said that isn't even funny. She'll then burst into tears and cry harder than you've ever seen, and then she'll curl up in her little bed and she'll fall asleep.