I'm The Bad Girl //Bilie Eilish Completed✅

14° ⚫Strawberries⚫

—when you think about your forever now do you think of me— (10,000 hours by Justin Bieber)

🦋Sofie🦋

     His blue eyes. The way he walks. The way he talks....

Get him out of your head girl!

I just can't. All through the day, I kept tossing and turning on my bed, clearly thinking of one person. I'm not supposed to be catching feelings. Have I forgotten my no-boy's policy?

Just get him out of your head long enough for the so called feeling to just die away. No way will I.......

My phone rang out, interrupting my thought. With a sigh, I picked it up.
"Hello." I said.

"Hey Sofie." Eddie's voice popped up.

"Are you currently busy?"

I froze for a moment.

"How did you get my number." I asked puzzled.

"I'll tell you later. Just answer my question." Eddie said.

"No, I'm not. any problem?"

"Can you meet me in school?" He asked.

"For what?" What was he doing in school on a Saturday?

"Please I'll tell you when you come." He pleaded.

"Ok I'm coming." I reluctantly agreed. Why is he asking me to come over?

You find out when you get there.

    I got to school some minutes later and the first thing I saw when I opened the gate was a  shirtless Eddie holding a ball.

For a split second, I stood still, ogling at him. The sweat on his body made his skin glisten under the sun. I watched as his biceps flexed as he approached.

"Like what you see?" He grinned.

"Err..." Speechless, I quickly turned away in embarrassment.

He caught me staring!!

"It's ok. I was expecting that." He paused. "Are you blushing." He laughed.

"You wish." I scoffed.

"Of course You were. I saw you." He grinned widely. "Aww she finds me attractive." He said dramatically, holding his chest and raising his eyebrows.

Silly bug.

"Will you put something on and stop being half naked in front of me." I laughed.

"Nope." He said. Popping the "p"

"And why not." I whined.

"Because you like it."

"Says who?"

"Your eyes."

Can you imagine. I never knew he was this stubborn.

"Ok I give up." I raised my hand in defeat. "You can be half naked for all I care." I plopped on a seat.

He laughed and I need to admit, I love the way his face lit up when he laughs.
"So why am I here and how did you get my number?" I've not forgotten about that.

"I have my ways." He shrugged.

Was he stalking me?

"The more reason why I call you a bug." I mumbled.

"You said?" He furrowed his brows in a cute way.

"Nothing.  Why am I here, buggy?"

"To practice with me. I clearly need a partner." Obviously, he was referring to the basketball in his hand.

"Me...this?" I pointed to the ball. "Sorry You've got the wrong girl. I can't even move the ball not to talk of landing it into that basket."

"Don't worry. I'll teach." He reassured.

Awwn.

"Oh thank God I came with the right outfit." I said dramatically.

"This is virtually your signature dressing. You're always on  shorts and a tee."

Yeah that's true. I don't think I've ever worn a skirt before.

"I've only seen you on a dress once." He added.

Dress? I don't wear dresses. Unless..

"Were you at Anna's party?" I asked.  Thanks to Maxie, that's the time I'd ever worn a dress.

"Of course. You clearly don't remember me. Do you?" He asked.

Remember you? I don't even remember talking to anybody there.

"You bumped into me remember?"

"Oh so it was you." I muttered. I knew there was something familiar about him all along.

"I know you won't remember." He smiled. "Looked like someone pissed you off or something."

"Yeah." I winced when I thought about what happened that day.

"Ok, time to practice." He picked up the ball, showed me some few moves and then passed the ball to me but no matter how hard I tried, the ball kept going in the wrong direction.

"You see, I told you it's a waste of time." I sighed.

"How about now." He came behind me and then held my hands. He was so close, I caught a whiff of his cologne. He guided my hands and threw the ball, which landed straight into the basket.
"There."

"Wow." I turned around, slightly brushing his face with my hair.

"Strawberries." He mumbled.

"You said?" I asked.

"Your hair." He looked at me. "They smell of strawberries. I like it."

My cheeks turned beet red. Did he just say he liked the smell of my hair?

"Um.. thanks." I shyly looked away.

What was I supposed to say!