Came Home To Find A Hot Guy In My Bed. WTF?! (ON HOLD)

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Came home to find a hot guy in my bed. WTF?!

chapter 1:

NOELS P.O.V.

I wasn't your average 17 year old girl. Ha that's an understatement. Sure I go to high school and am in my junior year but I don't act like all the other girls around me. Yes you know what girls I'm talking about. The ones that wave pom poms around screaming "go team!" at the top of there lungs. The whole time with fake cheesy smiles on their faces. Or the girls that wear low cut tops that cause there double D's to flop all over their desks. The girls that spread their legs for anything with a dick. Oh no I'm none of those girls.

So who am I you ask. Well I'm Noel. You can say I'm a new brand of woman. Or teen girl I should say. Instead of going to raving parties, where people get drunk and have sex. I stay at home cramming for the big English mid term I forgot I had on Monday. Instead of wearing skanky clothes I wear, well not skanky clothing. Instead of screwing the whole football team I screw none. No boys for that matter. EEWWW!!! So I guess you could say I'm pretty happy with the girl I am and the way I choose to live my life. That is until someone comes into my life making me question it all. Whoa wait rewind. I'm getting ahead of myself here. I tend to do that a lot. Ok I'll start the story from the very beginning so no when gets confused.

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So it was a typical Friday and I just got out of school for the weekend. Which I was pretty ecstatic about. Once I entered my house I dropped my backpack on the couch. Then headed for the fridge to get a bottled water. I can hear my mom on the phone, it sounds like a very serious conversation. So I quietly go upstairs to my room, not wanting to disturb her. Once in my room I pretty much fall on my bed exhausted. Five days a week at school can really take a lot out of me. I feel my eyes drifting closed. But then I feel movement on the side of my bed.

"What the hell!" A half asleep voice says. I turn toward the voice and see a teenage boy looking up at me in my bed. I scream bloody murder and jump out of bed. But trip in the process and end up falling on my butt. It should hurt but I'm to shocked to feel anything. Mystery boy is wide awake now. Looking at me like I'm the one in the wrong house.

"Mom!" I yell at the top of my lung. Should I call the cops or try and lunge at him when he least expects it? I though, trying to come up with the best plan of action against this boy I have never met in my life. He could be a killer for all I know. Calm down Noel, you have been watching to many horror movies. I take deep even breaths to try and calm myself. I'll just fight him while he's unprepared to fight me back. I got my body ready for the attack. I was about to get up when his voice broke through the silence and my thoughts.

"Don't even think about it." I look up at him wondering if I was that obvious.

"I could kick your ass even half asleep." before I could come up with a witty comment or anything mom walked in, no, more like sprinted into my room. Weird I've never seen her run that fast before.

"Honey what's up?" she asked out of breath. Is she for real? I looked at her like she had three heads.

"Whats wrong? Oh I don't know maybe it's the strange boy in my bed!" I screeched trying my best to stay calm.

"Relax you’re starting to give me a headache. And besides wouldn't most girls love to come home to find a hot guy in their beds?" I looked at mystery boy and scowled. Who does he think he is? Really why would he even think I would be happy to find him in my room?