《My BadBoy》Chapter 26: F.R.I.E.N.D.S
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A door slammed shut making me wake with a start.
" What the hell?" Sadie yawned getting to her feet.
" Fun night?" Jackson shot me a look. I took a moment to notice he was wearing all black which could only mean one thing. He was 'working' last night.
"Why do you care, you dirty piece of shi—"
" I would watch my mouth if I were you Savvy" He glared at her, his eyes bloodshot.
" It's Sadie you dipshit," She spat. " And if you don't like the way I talk maybe you shouldn't be such an asshole to Ashley"
These two argued like they knew each other but that's impossible.
I could feel him looking at me but couldn't quite meet his eyes. Maybe I told sadie more than I should've last night. I was just so caught up on everything that's happened in the past and...I probably had too much sugar too.
" Maybe you should leave" It was me that said this which shocked me more than the both of them but I actually didn't know who I was talking to.
" Are you sure?" Sadie half whispered to me.
I nod.
"Yeah we'll talk later" I rub my eyes still a bit sleepy.
" 'Kay i'll see you later," She popped her head through the door before leaving. "I'm still taking you to that party"
I walked into the kitchen and set on a container of coffee. Jackson grabbed my arm as I walked past him. "What are you doing vanilla bean?" He sounded tired and irritated.
" Don't act like you care" I yanked my arm away from him and headed to the bathroom.
"Wait don't—"
" Ahhhhhhh" I screamed staring at a very naked Aiden. I slammed the door.
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Jackson let out a genuine laugh. " I tried to warn you"
" W-What was that?!" I was taken back by what I just saw.
" It's called a dick, princess....sorry about that" Aiden flushed. When did he get behind me? better yet when did he get in our dorm?
" How...what...???" My mind buzzed.
" I sent him to watch over you 'till I got back" He scratched the back of his head.
" Is he always here when i'm supposedly 'alone'?," I asked then added. " don't lie to me Jackson"
"You're very oblivious," He smiled but this isn't funny. " Someone's always gonna be there"
"That is sick Jackson, you're very sick" I glared at him.
" Maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to stop following orders" He took his shirt off revealing his chiseled abs and a few extra bruises over his tattoo covered skin.
" You're not my dad!," I snapped. "You don't get to give me orders and I don't have to follow them!"
" Oh you have no idea..." I could tell he wanted to say something else but held himself back.
" Woah," Aiden mocked, sarcasticly. " You're bickering is really making me horny"
I gasped and looked away from him, not just because of what he said but also because he was only wearing a towel and although I don't see myself with him, he really does look hot. His hair was a dripping wet mop on his head and the sunlight shining in through the windows somehow made the water droplets on his body look exotic.
" I forgot how cute and innocent you are" Jackson mumbled and I almost didn't hear him because I was too busy ogling over Aiden which for some reason made me feel guilty. This is what I don't get about him, one minute he's a jerk that doesn't care about anything and the next minute he's making my heart melt.
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Okay, forget I said that last part.
" I'm still mad at you" I met his eyes and a silent conversation passed between us.
" I know baby" He made a beeline for the bathroom. I almost didn't notice what he said and when I did I almost choked on my main life support, air. A tingle ran through my spine from his words and I sighed.
Stumbling back in the kitchen I poured myself a cup of coffee. Why can't I stay mad at him? I ask myself as I added sugar and creame in the mug. He's so frustrating yet so hot and when he speaks...
" Why don't you just screw already?" Aiden bluntly remarked as I made my way back in the living room.
His words caught me off guard and I fumbled to form a sentence. " I...um...Uh...what?"
" Right. Sorry I mean...nevermind I forgot you don't..." His voice trialed off.
" Yeah i'm a virgin who wants my first time to be special and Jackson doesn't do love"
" Love?" He rose his eyebrows.
" Whatever," I changed the subject. " So why didn't you come out and say hi to Sadie?"
Thankfully he didn't push the last topic.
"It's...complicated..." He ran his hands through his drying hair.
" Mhmm I bet" I rolled my eyes.
" So i've seen you naked and you've seen naked if this were F.R.I.E.N.D.S we would be Rachel and Chandler" He pointed out and I laughed.
" I love that you watch that show" I did my best to keep my eyes on his face as I remembered the episode he was talking about.
" Are you kidding? that's my favorite episode" He began to hum the theme song and I laughed and joined along with him.
Why can't life always be like this?
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