Bad Boy Next Door

Bad Boy Next Door [5]

JEALOUSY.

jeal·ous·y

/ˈjeləsē/

noun

the state or feeling of being jealous.

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I woke up in a empty with the sunlight filling up my room.

Today was a calm, boring Saturday.

The feeling of protection left me as Alex wasn't in my room anymore.

It's like I'm mad at Alex for just leaving without telling me, and the comforting feeling that he brought with me basically laying in his chest brought some... spark to me, which I don't want every time I touch him.

I need to stay out his way as much as possible.

remember, he's an asshole.

I slowly got up from my bed and went to take my shower.

After taking my shower, I wore high-waisted shorts and a white tank top with a butterfly in the middle, with some white sandals.

I went downstairs and made some eggs and pancake with bacon.

I was about to finish my plate when I heard a knock on the door. I got up and went to answer the door.

"Hey Chicka! What are you doing?" Jake made his way in without me letting him.

"What are you doing here? Who gave you my address?" I questioned him.

"Noah did. He told me to get you so we can hangout with the rest of the boys." He mentioned.

"Oh. I guess I'm ready then." I shrugged. Jake eyes me up and down.

???

"Ha. Funny. Go wear a jacket and longer shorts."

"No! I look fine!" I dusted myself off lightly.

"Okay, but don't come to me when Alex says something." He mumbled.

"Oh shut up. Alex isn't my father, either." I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my bag and phone. I got the rest of my stuff and then we left to I don't know where.

Jake wasn't bad. He had an athletic body, shiny teeth, wavy hair and all, but not my type.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The park." Jake answered. I nodded and began to listen to my favorite playlist that started with the song "Milkshake - Kelis".

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and their like, it's better thank yours! Damn right, it's better than y–" I sang while being cut off my Jake turning off the car.

"Hey! You could've told me!" I whined. He rolled his eyes as we got out the car.

As we finally got out the car, I spotted Noah, Paul, and Alex. All of them eyed me up and down. Alex's glare looked dangerous.

"The fuck are you wearing?" Alex snarled, walking up to me.

"I am wearing my clothes." I shrugged. "Why are you here anyways?"

'I told you' Jake mouthed to me.

"Here," Alex took off his bad boy leather jacket, and placed it on my shoulders.

"Why do I have to wear it?" I whined. I wanted to show my beautiful body. I don't see why there's a problem.

"Because I fucking said so. Do it."