Love, Romance & A Boy

Chapter Two

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To say it was awkward was an understatement.

I didn't know how to act around my sister especially when Scott was in our presence. It was like I was walking on eggshells, trudging lighting careful not to slip.

What came over me to do something so sinister?

Staring up at my ceiling, I turned on my side and hugged my pillow tighter. I closed my eyes to relax, and tried not to overthink what happened last night.

Suddenly, a loud knock sounded at my door, startling me as I lifted my hands to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I sighed not really wanting to get out of bed.

When I didn't respond, the knock turned into banging to which I angrily ripped the warm duvet off my body.

This person was going to die today. I stomped toward my bedroom door. My hand lividly shot out to open the door revealing a frowned tanned boy, disheveled brown hair standing behind the threshold.

Scott leaned against the doorframe folding his arms over his toned chest as those green eyes stared back at me.

"What the f**k?" I asked angerily, resisting the urge to punch him in the face. "It's too early for this s**t. What do you want? Does my silence not scream to leave me alone?"

He was staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I didn't want to be rude to him, but I had to — I had to cover up what I was really feeling.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" he simply asked. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow, "Jessica is using the downstairs shower. She doesn't want to be late for school which brings me to my point, why aren't you dressed yet?"

I glanced down at my plain black boxers and shrugged. "What, are you my father now? Why couldn't you just use the same bathroom since you're her boyfriend?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "Isn't that what couples do these days? They shower together."

His stupid smirk turned into a grin as that familiar dimple digged into his left cheek. His tongue swiped over his lips in attempt to moisturize them. "Look at you knowing the drill. Your mother said I should wake you up and I clearly did that," he said, not taking his eyes off me. "Jessica is going to take forever. I can't wait that long so I was thinking... since she is occupied downstairs, you could share a shower with me since you know, we shared saliva —"

Out of instinct, my hand shot out and grabbed his arm before he could say anything else to sabotage me. I pulled him into my room. Scott stumbled in as I slammed the door closed a bit too harshly.

I turned toward him, accusingly pointing a finger at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Are you trying to get me into trouble because if that's it, then you're messing with the wrong guy. I will rip your nutsack off and I will feed them to you in spaghetti form! Don't test me."

Scott stared at me for a few minutes, and smiled as it aggravated me to the extend of my anger. He always seemed to smile, or smirk in serious moments and it frustrated me. "Okay, first that was hot. Second, super aggressive. Thirdly, did I mention hot?"

This was a awful Monday morning. I officially hate Mondays. And Scott. I groaned into my hands before trailing them down my face.

I glared at him. Just because we shared a kiss doesn't mean he can just do what he wanted. "Just..." I trailed off, pointing to my bathroom door, I took a deep breath to calm myself, "go take a shower and shut up while you're at it."

He ignored me as he slowly strolled to me, never taking his eyes off me. Scott stopped infront of me, and I had to crane my neck to look up at him because he was a little taller than me. He was so close to me I could smell his cologne invading my nostrils creating a homely feeling.

"What if I don't wanna take a shower by myself?" he whispered seductively at me.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Seriously?" I asked, "then I guess this has to suck for you."

I furrowed my eyebrows when he grabbed my hands, and without warning he pushed me backwards until my back hit the wall next to my nightstand.

Looking at him, he leaned down next to my face to whisper into my ear; "nothing feels the same when you're not around."

He licked my earlobe, and a jolt of electricity sparked from my head to my toes, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. Woah. Did he just do that?

But why did it feel so good?

I placed my hands on his chest to shove him away, but he grabbed both of my wrists, and pinned my hands above my head. His face dived into the crook of my neck, electrifying my cells once more.

Scott started kissing on the soft part of my neck, and I had to restrain myself from moaning out loud. He pressed his entire body against my own, creating friction against our lower halves.

"S-Scott..." I managed to let out between breaths, "s-stop, this isn't right. Jessica could walk in any moment."

He stopped kissing my neck, and looked at me. His eyes were so green, it was captivating to look at. Swiping his tongue against my lips, he grinned at me. "I'll stop, my squirrel, whatever you want."

To my relief, Scott backed away from me and it suddenly felt cold without his presence near mine. He oboyed as he lifted two fingers to his temple in a solute manner before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

What the f**k? Did that just happen? I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I'd been holding in.

Strolling over to my nightstand to grab my phone, I pressed my right thumb on the home button, and the screen unlocked. I had a few text messages from Jason, asking why I was being distant lately and why I wasn't replying to his text messages.

Biting my bottom lip with my teeth, I contemplated if I should tell him what happened between Scott and I. But the other part of me wanted to keep this between us.

We actually decided to keep our kiss a secret.

This was so messed up.

I waited a few minutes before I walked out of my room and descended down the stairs. I was lured into the kitchen by the aroma of bacon, and french toast.

Also because the universe hated me so much, I found Jessica sitting at the kitchen island having a conversation with our mother. I pressed my back against the wall as I let out a heavy sigh.

You've got this, just keep your cool, I remind myself before casually strolling into the kitchen with a huge grin on my face. The both of them craned their necks to look at me.

"Oh hey small one," Jessica grinned at me as she took a bite of her fried bacon. Her eyes roamed down my body and frowned. "Why aren't you dressed yet?"

I hesitated at first, but eventually replied, "I just came for breakfast first. So yeah, that's why."

Trying not to make it obvious, I sighed and sat down on the bar stool.

My mom shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing as she moved. "If your sister leaves you behind don't be calling me to whine about it. And don't deny it 'cause you always do it."

Jessica smirked. Damn, it must be nice being the eldest. I rolled my eyes as I reached over the counter to grab a piece of bacon. "I won't be calling anybody," I said, biting a piece of bacon restraining to roll my eyes. "I'm eighteen for christ sake!"

My mother opened her mouth to have a witty remark when Scott walked into the kitchen. "So babe, I have weird dream last night..."

He stopped in his tracks, and our gazes collided. He smirked at me, climbing a gold watch over his wrist. I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time as I took a bite of the delicious bacon.

"You always have weird dreams," she replied, smiling seductively at him.

I wish I didn't see that.

Rolling my eyes at them cause they were disgusting, I was caught off guard when Scott responded, "that's because someone is always on my mind," he replied leaning down to kiss her, but made eye contact with me as he did.

I didn't know what to do, or where to look. I was frozen in place. Sarah was occupied at the stove, her back facing us.

My sister's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Stop it," she whispered, straightening out his white shirt, "dreams are important because they could actually tell you something so you should pay close attention."

"Yeah," my mother agreed with a nod. "I remember when I was young I had this dream about walking into a wall, and the very next day it happened!"

She laughed, and so did the rest of them. I just sat there, munching on my breakfast. This was so lame.

Scott looked at me with those intense green eyes filled with mischief that I wanted to be no part of. "Maybe I want to believe it's a dream, right Zayn? You would know since you have all these dreams about certain people," Scott said directing the attention toward me.

I flushed, fully knowing what he meant behind those words. Silence filled around us, and it seemed like everyone was waiting for my response.

Glaring at Scott while in a state of panic to recover, I stumbled upon my words. "Were you in the rem stage asleep?" What the hell was I thinking? I didn't know what to say. He caught me off guard. "That's when most dreams occur actually. Yeah, your, uh, brain activity is super high and functioning and your eyes are just going nuts behind your eyelids which is super weird it's like, uh, a — you know what, I gotta finish up for school I'm going to be late. See you in ten!"

I wasted no time to bolt out of the kitchen. The tension was killing me.

It was weird standing there trying to explain while they were looking at me. Scott knew what he was doing, and it wasn't fair. I balled my hands into fists. He was so dying today.

He didn't help the situation either. He kept making unwanted puns, or smirked at me when no one was looking. It was like he was trying to get a reaction out of me.

And he was succeeding.

Slowly.

•••

As soon as I saw my best friend, Jason leaning against my burgundy locker, we grinned at each other as I approached him.

"Hey!" he exclaimed as he threw his arms around my neck and pulled me close. I inhaled his familiar scent of grapes — a place of home. "It's so good to see you! Long time to f*****g see man!"

We separated from each other. I stook a step back to admire him. "Yeah man," I replied, his hair neatly cut into fade with waves on top as his light brown skin glowed. "You look so damn good. This trip to your grandmother really did you well!"

Jason scoffed, rolling his bright brown eyes at me. I could see the smile on his lips. "Oh, so you're saying I wasn't handsome before?"

I barked out a laugh. "You were never handsome bro," I joked, bumping my shoulder against his lightly.

He shoved me lightly. "Don't start with me," he warned jokingly as he adjusted his strap of his black backpack over his shoulder. He had a unknown glow in his eyes. It was different.

There was something he wasn't telling me. But I didn't want to force him to tell me — he'd do so when he was ready. I put in my locker combination, and banged it twice before it opened.

Just as I wanted to take out my science book, a familiar blue note floated out of my locker. Jason glanced at me before bending down to pick it up. Your hair looks really good today, he read from the note.

"Okay seriously," he said in a annoyed tone clutching the note between his index and middle finger as he waved it around. "Who the hell is this? This person has been sending you notes everyday. Life is so unfair that you have a secret admirer while I'm stuck with Jenny the Jelly."

The thought of Jason trying to dodge Jenny made me smile. I took the note between his fingers, and threw into my locker where the rest of the notes were as I slammed my locker shut.

Jenny had a crush on Jason since the beginning of the year. After he accidentally dropped his jelly on Jenny, her school nickname became viral and ever since then, she couldn't stop talking to Jason. It was funny, and I loved how uncomfortable it made him.

I laughed as I began walking down the hallway with Jason hot on my heel. "Jenny isn't so bad. She has a good body," I complimented as a rush of students past us. Slightly turning around to look at him, he gave me a deadpan stare but I shrugged it off. "Come on, she's a pretty girl."

Jason bumped his shoulder against my mine. "Bro, come on, you know who I like," he said with a smile. "But she's totally off limits."

True. Jason liked my sister so much that he'd basically do anything for her. She could ask him to jump off a bridge and he'd do it just to please her — which is kind of pathetic.

Personally, I don't have a problem with my best friend having a thing for my sister. It wasn't my place to tell him who he can like, or who he shouldn't like. He was entitled to his own feelings, and I wanted to see him happy.

But, unfortunately, my sister was taken.

"One day bro," I said, and placed my hand on his shoulder. Giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, I added, "just don't hurt yourself in the process please."

The bell rang throughout the entire school.

"Can't we just drop out and become famous or something?" he asked as he sighed loudly, "I'm so over this bullshit. Blue Monday's always here to save the day!" Sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

I laughed at how true that statement was. Hopefully I'd get through the day without bumping into Scott. I glanced down at my time table, and of course, my first class was with him.

Great.

"Also," he said furrowing his eyebrows, and pointed to my hand. "What happened to your hand?"

I smiled awkwardly, and scratched the back of my head. "I cut myself, but it's no big deal. Okay, gotta go!"

I rushed to my first class before he could bombard me with a million questions.

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A/N:

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