The bad boy knows how to love.

Chapter 11

My 6am alarm is the last thing I want to hear right now, after all it's the precise thing that's rapidly pulled me away from this amazing dream I was having. Jack and I were laying in a field somewhere that could only be described as magical, his body was pressed tightly against mine with one hand draped over my waist as if there's a risk that I will slowly drift away from him. There was no worries, no doubts, no gang drama, no school drama; in fact, there was no one else there.

But I guess it is time to face reality now. As I drift further away from sleep and into consciousness, I become very aware that the feeling of Jacks hands around me has not disappeared. Actually the feeling has become clearer and more authentic than any dream could ever have allowed. At last, the soft and steady inhale and exhale that I feel on my neck makes me gain full clarity and I open my eyes to see Jacks well sculpted face lying next to me.

Remembering the bet and everything that happened last night I can't help but feel conflicted as to whether I want to push him right out of bed shouting 'the bet is over now so get out' or to close my eyes and fall back asleep just so that I could spend more time feeling like this. And by 'this' I mean warm, protected and wanted.

I finally settle on not doing either, and choose to get out of bed and ready for school without trying to wake up Jack instead. I get the feeling that he is definitely not a morning person so I really don't want to be the one to wake him at 6am. Besides, he can probably just sneak out of my window if I lock my door after leaving, he's done it once before. Not having to face him at all after last night would actually be a win-win situation for me.

After sneaking out my body from under his bare arm I sigh in relief seeing that he hasn't stirred at all in his sleep. Conscious of this I start to get ready with my usual routine as if he wasn't even there. But it isn't until after I pull my shorts down, slide into my skirt and take my t shirt off ready to get into my school shirt that I finally notice something has shifted about the sleeping body in my bed.

"You pervert!" I shout whilst pulling my shirt on as quickly as humanly possible, buttoning whatever buttons my fingers could find and running to attack him with my pillows.

Jack or should I say peeping tom just laughs in response showing no signs of guilt or shame whatsoever. Once he manages to grab hold of the disappointingly-harmless pillow I have been using to hit him with, I turn to storm off leaving him in the bed by himself. But apparently he has different plans as he quickly grabs and flips me over so that I am now lying underneath his beautifully sculpted body on the bed.

The entire mood shifts within seconds and my brain becomes cloudy, it's like I can't think straight. His intense stare shifts back and forth between my eyes and lips and I can't help doing the same. At this point there is no denying that I want to kiss him, I could swear his lips have never looked more inviting. But when the moment comes and he lowers his face close to mine a gut feeling, as if a warning, tells me to shove him away and although I can't quite understand why, I listen.

"I have to get to school"

***

The entire school day dragged by slowly, and despite having all of my favourite classes today, I was finding it almost impossible to focus. Well, impossible to focus on anything important. As for the unimportant stuff? Like searching for a double meaning in everything Jack said and thinking about how good it felt to wake up in his arms this morning? That stuff I couldn't help focusing on.

The end of last period had finally arrived and I made my way over to the parking lot where I promised I'd meet Anna. With all her recent training and competing I didn't have many chances to hang out with her much during school, and I was really starting to miss having a girl friend to talk to. As I stood leaning against one of the walls outside our school I noticed Dylan jogging over to me with a goofy smile plastered over his face.