The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

I fell for you. . Literally

AMIR

Annie can sometimes be annoying about prayers and random shit, but other than that, she's so goddamn hot. I didn't realize what was under that hijab and those loose, long, and ugly maxi dresses. And I feel attracted to her, because little things are beginning to drive me nuts, like the way she licks her lips or how she curls up when she sleeps, and how she runs her hands through her hair when she's stressed. It all makes her even more sexy than she already is.

I can't help replaying yesterday's swimming pool scene and I always grin to myself when I do. Annie is sleeping, and boy is she an angel. Long waves set onto the pillow, natural pink and soft lips , that fair skin, those velvet eyelashes, everything about her makes me drool.

But it's just me not getting laid in forever, I realize. I don't actually like her. I'll never like her. She's annoying, always tells me to pray even when she does know that I haven't prayed since he left.

I shudder, pushing those thoughts to the back of my head. I have a rough plan sketched out in my head, that just now needs to come into action. It's pretty simple. Be who you are, and annoy Annie to he fullest. She'll give up on me soon.

                 Everyone does.

And then, I can tell my parents she was the cause of the divorce, and act all heartbroken. Voila, the recipe for my freedom and my life back, and most of all, my friends, parties, and Janet. For now, though, I have to put on a mask and pretend I'm actually trying or else she could spill everything to my parents and ruin the whole plan.

She moans lightly, rolling over to her side.

I chuckle deviously to myself and go brush my hair, then sit in the balcony. The summer breeze flows through and I slip my shirt off, jogging in a spot, stretching, and doing push ups. I swear these days I feel attracted to Annie, and I've never felt like this with a low key hijabi freak like her. I can't even explain it. She's irresistible.

I bet these are just roaring hormones since I haven't kissed a girl for a week approximately right now.

Suddenly I feel a tap at my shoulder and it's Annie, all bed head and cute.
"Good morning." She grins, flashing her pearly bright teeth at me. She pulls her sexy, silky Victoria's Secret robe firmly around her.

"Morning, get over here," I pull her into my lap, brushing my lips against her neck as I feel her shiver. I chuckle. I so want to kiss her, everywhere, on all the skin on her body, but she pulls away, shy and embarrassed.

Why the f*ck is she rejecting me? I've never gotten the answer no from anyone except for her. It makes it a little more hotter, so I shrug it off.

We go downstairs and she starts making pancakes for us as I gaze at her. She grins at me and starts telling me a story about her cousins in Pakistan and I stand there listening. Then as I make my way to the sofa, I trip and land on the floor with a thud. Shit. Clumsy me. I get up, blushing. "What happened?" She cries, biting her lip to hold on her laughter. She looks too cute right now. What am I supposed to tell her? I fell while staring at you?

What the hell is even wrong with me? Why am I here? Why am I not any where else where I can eat breakfast peacefully, like a five star dine in buffet with Janet in my arms? It seems like this girl is determined to fix me, and nothing will get in her way, not even me hanging with Janet again, but I'll exhaust her to the point where she has to give up on me.