The Bad Boy & The Socially Awkward (Unedited)

Chapter 8: Makeout Session

Author's Note

I'm really sorry to say that this is the last chapter to be published until January 4th or 5th. I have winter break and no wifi at home, so I'll try to make this chapter pretty long for you guys!

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A knock sounded on the door downstairs.

I whipped the blankets off of my body and stepped onto the chilled floor. My feet dragged me down the stairs.

Before I even had a chance to step into the living room, Michael answered the door and gave Jordan his 'talk'.

Shoot me. Just let me die.

I walked up the stairs a bit and tried to listen in.

"So, you're here for my little sister," Michael said.

"Yeah. She asked me to come over," Jordan said.

"Well, I want the door open and the light on."

"Alright, man. No problem."

Footsteps were coming towards me and I dashed back up the stairs. I sat down on my bed and faced the door.

I looked down to see what I'm wearing and glared down at my ridiculously short pajama shorts, and low-cut tank top.

I had no time to change into my regular, everyday clothes before Jordan came into my room.

He plastered a large smirk on his face while looking me up and down.

Damn boys and their hormones.

"Angela, I'm so, so sorry," he said, losing his smirk and giving me eye contact.

"I just don't understand why you would do that. I needed you there. I needed you to hold me," I said, more tears forming in my eyes.

"I shouldn't have run out on you like that, I know."

"Then why did you do it? I could have been raped, and I-"

He cut me off, getting very close to my face. I gulped back my words and let my tears fall down my face.

He cupped the side of my face and drew himself even closer, only mere centimeters away from my face.

He lightly brushed his lips against mine and placed his hands on my hips.

His lips moved with mine perfectly and his tongue slipped into my mouth.

He laid me back and started to grope my chest.

A knock sounded on the door frame of my bedroom.

"Did I forget to mention that your tongue and hands are supposed to stay off?" Michael asked from the doorway.

We both sat up and pulled apart.

Michael is like the parents that I should've had. Always looking out for me, loving me more like his own daughter than his sister.

Michael crossed his arms over his chest and placed a glare on Jordan.

"I-I'm sorry. I just-" Jordan said, before getting cut off.

"Yeah, yeah. Just keep your hands off of my little sister."

Jordan quickly nodded and Michael went into the hallway.

"I'm sorry about him. He can be very protective," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"It's fine. Do you want to watch a movie?" Jordan asked, cocking a perfect eyebrow.