DING DING
DING DING
I groan and roll over in my bed.
DING DING
DING DING
I look at my nightstand and realize the sound is my phone.
I check my clock, 4:31 A.M.
I check and see who is texting me.
Unknown:
Hello
Unknown:
Princess, wakey wakey, eggs and bakey
Unknown:
Princess, your making me sad. :( pick up the phone
Unknown:
Your gonna face the consequences of not answering my texts
I jump at the last text. What the fuck? Why is he at my house? I have to make sure he doesn't wake dad!
"Princess, open the door..." I hear Jackson whisper through the door.
I groan.
"That's it, I'm coming in." He comes through my door and jumps on my bed. Nearly crushing me. "Princess, your making me sad. I need company."
"Shut your trap. Your gonna fucking wake my dad. Shhhh." I lazily tell him. Then I roll over in my bed. Facing my back to him.
"Come on." He whines, he grabs my waist making my pulse quicken. He gets in top of me, thankfully holding himself up by his elbows. "Princess, get your lazy ass up." He moves my hair out of my face, "please." He whispers.
"Don't wake up my dad." I sigh, "if you do I'll make sure you can't ever have children." His eyes widen and he takes in my threat.
"Sassy, I won't wake your dad. I promise." He gets up, letting me escape.
I go to my closet and pull out some clothes. It turns out to be some ripped shorts and a printed t-shirt. I go to my dresser and grab a bra and underwear. I try to hide it. But he noticed.
"Ooh, sexy bra Princess." He throws me a kiss.
I roll my eyes and run to the bathroom.
I do my thing. Brush out my hair, (sorry I take showers at night) put on some mascara and concealer. Throw on my outfit. Then I lace my waist length hair down.
God, I love my hair. It's natural ombre color. It's softness, it's length. Whoo! I love it!
I walk out the door to find him gone.
Ah shit. What am I gonna do.
I grab my bags and my phone, and go downstairs to start breakfest.
Jackson is downstairs, talking to my dad. And they are laughing. And my dad actually likes the Devils spawn.
I throw my stuff by the door. And go to the kitchen. "Eggs?" I ask dad.
"Lovely!" He kisses me in the cheek.
I pull out the eggs and start making his favorite, cheesy scrambled eggs. "I'd love some Princess." Jackson tells me. He nuzzles himself in my next. Grabbing my waist. And being the cocky, egotistical, jerk that he is.
"Get off me." I growl.
"Feisty. I like it." He tells me, slowly removing himself from my body.
"So, um, are you to," my dad clears his throat, "dating, together?" He asked, clearly uncomfortable.
"No way in hell." I tell him.
"She's just to stubborn to admit that she is madly in love with me." Jackson tells my dad.
"Denivior, you walking in thin ice already." I threaten.
"Okay then..." My dad checks his phone. "I'll be getting to work then. Amy, I'll be back early tomorrow morning. Jackson, would you mind babysitting this one? I don't trust her all alone by herself for so long."
My eyes widened! "Dad I don't-"
"Why I would love to." Jackson accepted.
"Oh great, this'll be fun." I murmur, stirring the eggs.
I throw the eggs on the table for whomever wants them. I grab myself a plate, and he as then the rest. I sit I. The barstool and start eating.
•••••••••••••••
Dad had left a little while ago, and since we had woke up way earlier I was just In my room. A few minutes ago, Jackson decided to go rummaging through my stuff.
He found the beanie he gave me, on my headboard of my bed.
"I see you didn't throw away our momenta." he smiles. "It must mean something to you..."
"How did you get my phone number, earlier." I asked. Because let's face it. It's a little creepy.
"I sent myself a text from your phone to myself." He shrugged.
I rolled my eyes, typical. He somehow ended up back in my underwear drawer. "I would love to see you modeling this for me." He whispers, way to close for my liking. It sent shiver up my spine. "Ooh, is see I'm getting under your skin. Princess." He whispers the last part right next to my ear. Swiping his lips by my ear.
"C-come on, we're gonna be late." I say.
In truth, he made me feel like I could melt in a puddle, with his words.
Fuck, he needs to stop that...
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Loving the High School Bad-Boy
Teen FictionThe last thing that crossed Amy's mind when she entered for her senior year was, Jackson Earl Denivior. She never in a million years would even think he'd notice her, but is life ever that easy? She doesn't want this badass in her life-not yet anywa...
