❁ Chapter Three ❁

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Picture: Diego, who's portrayed by Jeremy Kapone


The Bad Girl Sleeps In My Bed ❁ Chapter Three


Considering I'm a total nerd with almost zero friends, I spend a lot of my free time at home doing random things in my room. I also like to stay in my room and avoid my family a lot – unless we're eating dinner or I'm walking my dog. I just don't see the point in sitting in the living room with family and watching a random reality TV show or talking about how school is going. I prefer to stay in my room and wallow in self-pity.

Since I'm a no-lifer, I spend most of my time writing music, playing computer games or working on various art pieces. My favorite thing is to paint picture, I don't like to draw as much since that takes up way too much of my time and I like to spare at least five hours every day to watching random shows on Netflix. I do that also all by myself since my parents wouldn't want to watch Castle with me as it's very boring in their opinion.

They clearly have no taste when it comes to TV shows.

When Hollie left my house with Diego – who's apparently her boyfriend since he called her 'my girl' and you do that only to your girlfriend – I kind of sat in my room for God knows how long and didn't do anything. Occasionally I would check Facebook to see if my classmates are up to something ridiculous or if anyone has posted a terrible selfie that I can laugh at or I would scroll on Twitter for an hour and just keep refreshing it until someone tweets something witty or funny. After doing that for like two hours I got bored since nothing exciting was happening.

I look at the time on the clock and chuckle when I see it's already past midnight. 12:25 a.m. if you wanted me to be exact. I push myself off of my bed and pull out my sketching book from the drawer on my nightstand and grab a set of pencils that I use for drawing. I slowly start outlining some random deer type animal. Let's just hope that it turns out somewhat okay and I don't ruin it like all of my other animal drawings.

I place my pencil down onto the paper once I get tired of drawing. I can always work on one art piece for a small amount of time until I get tired of it and want to try something new. Maybe that's why I rarely finish any of my creative works but when I do finish them, I feel like I'm on top of the moon.

When I hear the silent ringtone of my phone, I grab it from my table and look at the caller ID – It's Cole. He rarely calls me and when he does, definitely not when it's past midnight already. He's usually sleeping around this time but whatever he needs, this better be important.

"Hey, Cole," I answer the phone. In the background I can hear loud music playing and various people yelling random things that I don't clearly understand. I rub my forehead since I knew exactly where this is going.

Since Cole's younger sister is Elise and she's like the best friend of Hollie, he sometimes went out with her to make sure everything is okay with her and she doesn't get molested during the night. He seems to forget that he can't handle alcohol that well and he gets drunk after like one beer, which is nothing, compared to what other teenagers his age can drink. Typically at parties, people would chug down like a six-pack of beers and still walk around completely normal or some even manage to drink a whole bottle of vodka or rum and they're just slightly tipsy. Of course there's that group of people who drink a lot, hoping they can handle all of the alcohol and like an hour later you can see them puking in the bushes. That's basically why I don't drink. I know I can't drink that much and I don't want to be one of those people who's seen in the bushes. That would be one of the most embarrassing things in my entire life.

"Yooo," Cole sings into the phone. "What's up, bro?" I can hear him hiccupping and that's always a bad sign – he usually starts puking after hiccupping.

"Just chillin'," I chuckle. "Are you all right, Cole? Do you want me to come and get you?"

"Nah, mate, I'm good," he replies. "There's this one smokin' hot girl and if I wasn't as drunk as I am now, I'd definitely go and ask her if she wants to play Call Of Duty with me and later bang the shit out of each other." He laughs, making me chuckle as well. Cole always says the most random things when he's drunk and he always calls me to tell me all about his brilliant ideas.

"That's nasty, Cole."

"You know what else is nasty," He chuckles. "Your dick."

I rub my forehead, "Just go and drink some water, you need to sober up, man."

Cole doesn't say anything for a while but once I hear the sound of puking from the other line, I know I should probably end the call. I don't want to hear the sound of him puking. This is why I don't do it. I don't want to make calls like this to my friends and later have them laugh at me. Of course, I would never laugh at Cole but you understand what I mean.

I yawn and rub my eyes a bit. It's already past 1 a.m. and I'm getting slightly tired. Damn, I'm getting weak. Usually I can easily stay up for such a long time but I guess so much has happened today that I just don't have the energy anymore. I lie onto my bed for just a second and close my eyes.

Ring

Ring

Opening my eyes I notice it's 3 a.m. and I've slept for like two hours. I push myself off the bed and slowly make my way downstairs. Who the heck is ringing the doorbell at 3 a.m. anyway?

"What?" I ask, opening the door and rubbing my right eye. I come face to face with Hollie and instantly I stand up correctly and stop rubbing my eye. She is lightly swaying from side to side, wearing a black skintight dress and a pair of Converse, a leather jacket in her hands. Her hair is a mess and she has black mascara smudged under her eyes a tiny bit.

"Hey," she giggles. "Can I stay here again? I'm way too wasted to go home right now." Hollie pushes me to the side and walks in, not bothering to wait for my response. Her feet take her straight to the kitchen and I follow her, making sure she doesn't fall over or anything.

She places her jacket onto the counter and walks to the sink, turning the faucet on and drinking straight from there, clearly not bothering to take a glass from the cupboard. After she wipes her mouth dry, she turns around and smiles at me.

"Sorry that I'm constantly coming here for help, I don't really feel like going home since my parents are giant dicks and I don't want to hear them yelling at me again." she explains.

"It's okay," I murmur. "I don't mind."

Hollie removes her Converse and jumps onto the counter, her feet dangling in the air. She lies down onto the counter and places her hands onto her stomach. I lean against the doorframe and look at her. Even though she's clearly quite drunk, she still manages to look attractive. Usually I don't find drunken people attractive but I guess Hollie pulls off the look. She manages to look good whatever she does.

Hollie pushes herself up, leaning against her elbows, "Can you make me food? I'm starving."

I chuckle, "Sure."

I open the fridge and grab some sandwich ingredients and some bread from the pantry. I make her a cheese and ham sandwich and hand it over to her. She immediately bites into it and eats it all in less than a minute. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and hand it to her. I don't want her to puke all over my house and then wake up with a hangover the next day. She takes a big gulp of the water and jumps off the counter, walking towards the stairs. I take her jacket and shoes and follow her. She walks straight into my room and jumps onto the bed, cuddling the blanket.

"You can't go to sleep like that," I say, grabbing her hands. "You need to wash your face and get out of those uncomfortable clothes." I walk to my dresser and grab a pair of sleeping boxers for her and a huge T-shirt and lead her to my washroom.

I attempt to wash her face and once I get all of the makeup off of her face, I grab an unopened toothbrush from the cabinet and give it to her. She brushes her teeth and I hand her the clothes, walking out of the washroom. I hear her turn on the shower and about five minutes later the water turns off and she walks out, wearing the clothes I gave her.

After she places her clothes onto my chair, she climbs onto the bed and under the covers. "Come here," she says, patting the bed. I follow her orders and sit down. "Thanks, you're an awesome friend." She says and lies down.

Did she just friend zone me?

Guess she did.

"Alright, good night. I'll crash at the guests room."

"No, come here," Hollie mumbles. One again I do what she says and climb onto the bed. I lean against the bedframe and place my hands on my stomach. A few seconds later, Hollie grabs one of my arms and pulls it towards her. She holds my arm tightly and snuggles against it, pressing her back against my thigh.

"I wanna cuddle," Hollie mumbles. "Climb under the covers."

"Hols, I don't think that's a good idea," I reply.

"I don't care," she whines. "Please come under the covers." She looks up at me with her puppy dog eyes and I feel my insides melting. I sigh and roll my eyes as I climb under the blanket. Hollie grins and moves closer to me, placing her hand onto my chest. She moves closer to me and I can feel her legs against mine as she adjusts herself like a koala bear next to my body. She presses her chest against mine and that's when I feel that she doesn't have a bra on currently.

Of course she doesn't have one on, girls always complain that sleeping with a bra is extremely uncomfortable and bras are just uncomfortable at all times – except sports bras. I feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks as I try to ignore it.

I can hear Hollie breathing softly, her chest heaving up and down in a steady rhythm. She licks her lips slowly and places her head closer to my chest. She's basically pressed up against me like a little baby by now.

This is basically every guys dream.

Ha, suckers, I get to be here.

"Goodnight, Levi," she whispers softly.

"Goodnight, Hollie," I mumble back, closing my eyes.


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