1 "Hot Mess"
Brendan wakes up before I do and my eyes open up to him standing near the bed with his jeans hung low on his hips, pulling a long sleeved red V-neck over his head. All I can think is...wow. I wish I could jump his bones again even though I did last night if the ache between my legs is any indication. Let's just say Brendan's rough. Though I'd say that is a understatement of the highest degree.
The broad muscles in his chest and arms visible through the shirt and I wish he would just take it off, see me laying here and pounce. Maybe rough isn't every teen girl's fantasy but bad boy has always been my flavor. If you look up "Bad Boy" in the dictionary, Brendan's name will be right there. Front and center.
I bask in this moment, the moment before he notices I'm awake and devouring him with my eyes and the second the fantasy is shattered by him opening his mouth. Brendan is incredibly sexy on the outside with short and "just fucked" such a light brown it's almost blonde, messy hair and piercing, seductive, light green eyes. But on the inside he is possessive, brutally honest, and impatient. And so many other assholish things.
But man, does he rock my world in the bedroom. And the bathroom stalls, against the wall, in the backseat of his rover, and a shitload of other dirty and sometimes public, places. I push the pillow I am laying on over my face and glance at Brendan while my eyes are hidden from his view but I can still see...everything.
Like the obvious bulge growing in the black jeans he just slid on while his eyes take in me, laying on the bed, wearing his T-shirt with nothing on underneath. He knows the fabric is the only thing between us right now. He sighs and zips up his fly.
I lift my eyes from his obvious hard on to his face, biting the pillow to keep from laughing out loud. He has definite sex hair, his fawn waves laying atop his head every which way. He strides over to the window and snatches the blinds open.
"Wake up" he calls over his shoulder.
I pretend to yawn and stretch my arms over my head, blinking furiously just to sell it. His eyes roam my body, lingering especially on my legs. Stretching caused my shirt to lift and reveal my bare lower regions. He laughs as I frantically adjust the shirt.
"Your panties and bra are on the floor" he chuckles, amusement bringing light into his eyes. "You missed your chance at showering with me.
Hurry up and get dressed." He leaves his room after winking in appraisal and slams the door so hard it shakes. I stand and laugh because I know he only slammed the door because he's pissed he couldn't do anything to ease the hard on in his jeans.
I take an extra long time in the shower hoping he will get angry enough to come get me. As the hot water smoothes through my hair I close my eyes, remembering last night.
He picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He started to kiss my neck and then started sucking it, his warm lips and tongue biting the tender skin on my neck and I knew he was forming a hickey.
He laid me down on the bed and lowered himself on top of me, moving his hips against mine. I tugged and pulled on his hair, nudging him closer to my chest where he lifted my crop top above my head and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it and biting it.
My head tipped back and my mouth opened to moan but no sound came out before his fingers were at my clit. He thrust his finger inside of me and groaned deep in his throat. My pleasure was driving him crazy. He pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in then added another finger. My breathing grew ragged and I begged and pleaded for him not to stop and go faster.
I'm smashed into the present by the bathroom banging open. "What the hell is taking you so long?" Brendan demands. The shower curtain yanks open and I don't have time to move my hand from between my legs. Damn it, I was almost there. Brendan's eyes widen when he realizes what I was doing before he interrupted. My cheeks flush red and his expression grows dark. He's turned on but trying to hide it. In a flash, he turns off the shower and throws me a towel.
"You should have woke up earlier." He glares at me before storming out of the bathroom. The door slams behind him and within seconds, I hear the low rumble of his rover starting up. Loud music sounds through the house from his car radio and I know he's pissed and not willing to wait a lot longer.
I dress quickly and brush my teeth. I leave the bathroom wearing my black jean from yesterday along with Brendan's black T-shirt which is big on me and almost completely covers the shorts. I find Brendan behind the wheel nodding his head to a song by Three Days Grace. I slide into the passenger's seat, grinning at him. The embarrassment from him catching me is a halfway distant memory.
Brendan looks at me and takes in my outfit.
"Did I tire you out last night?" He asks me over the roar of the engine. He backs out of his garage and is down the street in the span of a minute.
"In a good way" I respond flirtatiously, winking at him.
"So you woke up horny?" He sounds confused and not knowing is bothering the hell out of him.
"You're mad about it?" I blatantly don't answer his question.
He keeps his eyes on the windshield as he drives and doesn't answer for a while. "Do you do that a lot when I'm not around?" He finally says.
I bite my lip. "I imagine you the whole time."
I doubt he notices my half answer because we already made it to school. Brendan's fast driving paired with the five blocks it takes to get to school makes it take us less than ten minutes to get to school every morning.
Before Brendan can respond, someone raps on the driver's side window. Great . It's Ryer. His full name is Ryerson but everyone calls him Ryer. Brendan rolls down the window and bumps fists with Ryer and Ryer leans down, spotting me in the passenger seat.
"Sup Nic" he waves to me and says to Brendan, "You're still coming to the party tonight right? At pretty boy's condo." Brendan looks at me before responding. "What's so popular about this new guy anyway?" He grunts.
"He's good looking. The girls are all over him already." He takes his phone out and pulls up a picture. He flashes the screen toward Brendan.
Smiling back at the screen is a guy where the phrase, "Hot" is an understatement. He has dimples, the cute kind and dark black hair with big "Fuck me" dark blue eyes.
He has a mischievous look in his eyes as he smiles into the camera and his teeth flash bright white, almost blinding. I try not to react outwardly when I notice Brendan staring a hole into my face, daring me to react.
At the second, I decide my best bet is to flee before I find myself squealing at his hotness like the majority of the female populace.
"Got to go meet Paige" I mutter as an excuse before kissing Brendan's cheek and leaving the car in a rush.
I head toward the back of the school to the back entrance of the library just like every morning.
This is routine because my best friend is a library assistant before school starts and I meet her here every morning to hang out and help a little before walking to our first period together.
"Nicolette" She squeals when I make my way behind the counter to greet her.
"Paige" I return her hug and grin at her outfit.
She's wearing a purple halter top and a short matching purple miniskirt. I notice a matching handbag sitting on the library counter. My friend. Never wore an outfit that didn't match.
"You like?" She gives me a little twirl and bows.
"Very cute" I compliment as she looks me over.
"Brendan's clothes?" Her smile disappears. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. That boy is a hot mess. Emphasis on the mess."
I shake my head, holding up a finger. "I know you don't approve of him because of his certain...qualities. But those qualities are what makes me like him."
"Correction," she argues. "You like having sex with him."
"I honestly don't see the differe-"
"The difference is he treats you like crap and you still put up with him."
"He does not treat me like cr-"
"Yes he does. Which is why you are going to that party, with me. Tonight. Her eyes light up with excitement.
"Who is this new boy?" I ask with eager curiosity.
"He's hot and he's rich which is like..the complete package. His first day is today. Maybe we'll see him."
Butterflies form in my stomach at the thought. I gulp. "So it's a "Everyone's invited" party?"
Paige nods enthusiastically. "Yeah. It's tonight at ten. His name is Roden. Prounounced ROW- DIN" she giggles. "It's all over social media and I think that maybe seeing him will distract you from being blindsided by Brend-"
"I'm not blindsided, okay? We have been dating for a year now."
"If by dating you mean you guys having sex and him bossing you around then...yes." She smiles at me innocently when I glare at her. The minute bell rings as we enter first period Algebra.
The class is bustling with gossip and almost the entire female majority of our class is in the back crowded around one table. I notice the seating chart on the board before Paige gasps next to me.
"What?" I look away from the girls and quirk an eyebrow at her in question.
She points to my name on the seating chart and I gape.
Next to my name is the guy everyone at school is already talking about. Roden.
Authors Note: OOF. So, I should say that this book will have lots of swearing and lots of sex because this story is based on real events and let's just say..I'm kind of adventurous and maybe the slightest bit rebellious so...my book will reflect that. Every character is based on one of my friends I know at school and the main character Nicolette is obviously based on me. I hope you are enjoying this book so far. If you are, please click the star and leave a comment. Any feedback helps. My updating schedule is vigorous.
