The Love Game

Chapter 13

A/N

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Chapter 13

The first thing that comes to my mind when I saw his smirking jerk's face is to punch his oh so precious face until he knocks out. I know it is a little bit brutal. Okay a lot more brutal. Nevertheless, he deserves it!

I have a lot of thing in mind that would make him regret his decision of waking me up of my beauty sleep like, straggling him onto the floor or kick his precious jewel where the sun don't shine.

Nevertheless, of course that jerk is smart enough to wake my sleep routine and me up by calling my phone, which is the point where you cannot do anything about it. You cannot blame me if one day that person is in the middle of the street but all naked with his shirt torn off and dying because of hypothermia.

You want to tear all his clothes off to see him naked huh? A small voice spoke at the back of my head.

I shrugged it off and ignored the thought that is coming on my dirty freaking head.

If you were in my position, what will you feel when somebody interrupts your beauty sleep and you found out that he is doing it on purpose and to annoy you?

Especially when that person I was referring to is the person, you despise the most.

I slowly looked at him again, and still he is smirking. I am going to show this person whom he's messing with!

Slowly, took a step towards the window now clearly seeing his presence, and sat down onto the window and made myself comfortable.

Sigh. I cannot do anything about this now. The most precious and lovingly sleep I have was interrupted by the devil.

Speaking of the devil, his eyes landed on me when I started to write something on a piece of white paper that will scare him off and can leave me alone for a while.

"What do you want?" I spat looking mostly into his mesmerizing blue eyes but it is too far for me to notice the color of it because of our distance towards each other.

You might be wondering how he can hear my angelic voice. The truth is, his room is in front of mine which he can easily sneak a peek of me when I'm changing my clothes or when I'm sleeping so I decided to close my curtains before and after going inside my room to have some privacy. Moreover, I will make sure to have a lot of it especially when he is around the house.

I have a feeling that mom would always invite him here inside our house I have no doubt actually. The looks that my own mother is giving him scares me the most. Damn. My own mother likes him.

Lifting up the paper, that I was holding and let my hands move forward so he could see it clearer.

'YOU ARE SO DEAD MR. ANDERSON! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU WON'T HAVE ANOTHER MINI VERSION OF YOU IF YOU DO THIS EVER AGAIN!'

He signature smirk is showing off and his eyebrows rose up. "And what are you going to do about it?" He challenges.

Scribbling something on a new piece of paper with much more force than usual, he amusingly took a quick look. Rolling my eyes, which is Cassie's fault for doing it all the time I continue what I am writing and ignore his aggravating look. Heck, as if I was joking. I am far from joking. I am not in the mood for that. Thanks to that sneaky little bastard!