The Bad Boys Girl - Kennedy Armstring (literature books to read .txt) 📗

lot when he gets angry with people. He's still hot though, Olivia, this isnot the time to be thinking about how hot he looks when he's angry

 

"You weren't calling me a bitch when you stayed at my place Dean", Macy says to him smiling. I guess she was just trying to get under my skin, it kinda worked too. I can't believe he slept with her yuck!

 

"Thats because I was only taking advantage of you. I don't like you. I never did", he says to her with no emotion on his face. Macy walks away down the hall mumbling stuff to her friends. I look up at Dean. The bell rings for classes to end and I walk back to my class so does Dean.

When school ends me and Dean get on his motorcycle and we drive to my house, he stops in my parking lot and I get off the motorcycle. 

 

"So, do you wanna come in for a minute" I ask him. He looks at me for a minute then he gets of the bike. Me and him walk through the door together and we go to my room. Luckily my mom isn't home yet or else she probably would have made us stay downstairs. I shut my bedroom door and I sit on my bed, Dean sits beside me. 

 

"I just-I really have soemthing on my mind right now", I say to him. He doesn't talk her just listens. "So earlier, you told Macy you were taking advantage of her and-", He interrupts me.

 

"You think I'm taking advantage of you", he says staring down at me. "Well I'm not, I don't really know why but I care about you, and I would never take advantage of you", he says to me. I can see truth in his eyes and I believe him. 

 

"Good, because then I would have to kill you Carebear", I say trying to lighten the mood. 

 

"You couldn't kill me even if you tried nerd". I look at him and smile, I then jump on him and act like I'm going to choke him, before I can put my hands around his neck he turns over so that he's on top of me. He begins tickling me and I can't stop laughing.

 

"See, I told you you couldn't kill me even if you tried", he says as he stops tickling me but he's still on top of me. I see him bending down towards my face, he's about to kiss me. I've only ever madeout with one guy, and that was in middle school. Maybe I can remember. When his lips are on mine I close my eyes. He kisses me softly and gently as if I'm the most fragile thing in the world. I feel electricity throught my whole body. I then feel his tongue across my lip and I grant him access. His tongue gently explores my mouth as my tongue does the same thing. I snake my arms around his neck as I try to pull myself closer to him. I feel his hands hoding onto my waists. As I pull his body more down to mine I pull mine up to his as I rub myself on him. 

 

"Don't do that", he says in between kisses. 

 

"Do what", I say in between kisses to. I feel like if I stop kissing him the I will die. He pulls away from me and gets off of me. 

 

"Why'd you stop", I ask all out of breath. he smirks at me. 

 

"I'm a guy, and your rubbing up against me. That makes me want more of you and we're not doing that", he says still smirking. I look away and blush a little. Was I really rubbing myself up against him, I really didn't even notice. 

 

"Sorry", I say apologetic. He just looks at me and smiles. I begin to yawn and I cover my mouth. 

 

"You tired", he asks me. I just nod a little at him, I feel him pull me closer to him as he cuddles with me. He really does a good job at making me feel better and he doesn't even try. As I fall asleep I think about the kiss me and him just shared. It was great, no it was awesome. But I wonder where this leaves me and him now, what are we.

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Publication Date: 06-27-2013

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Dedication:
My best friend who begged me to wright a book like this.