Pranking the Bad Boy {Completed}

Chapter Fifteen - Afternoon Surprise

         "It’s Grace,” I said, not bothering to look at the Caller ID.

         “Grace, you answered.” The voice sounded vaguely surprised.

         “Who is this?” I asked, fiddling with a bag of popcorn on the bench and shoving a buttery kernel into my mouth.

         “I’m hurt you didn’t recognise my heavenly voice.” I realised who the voice was as soon as I heard the distinguishable amusement and arrogantness.

         “Something told me I shouldn’t have picked up,” I said to no one in particular, checking the time on the microwave and biting my nails.

         “Oh, I know you missed me,” he told me.

         “Like a pain in the ass," I answered, crossing my arms over my chest. "Now, seriously, what do you want?”

         “To tell you that my date was cancelled. I’m coming over so we can do more tutoring.”

         My jaw dropped. “I’m busy, Cole. You can’t come over. I have company.”

         “I know.”

         Just then there was a knock on my front door, and I sighed. Boy, I sure was popular today. “How do you know?” I asked, making my way through the living room and to the front door.

         I flung it open, phone still pressed to my ear, and standing on my doorstep was none other than the annoying….

         Cole Adams.

         “I saw the cars out the front,” he answered, closing the phone and stepping past me into the foyer. I made a sound of protest, ended the call and followed in after him.

         “Did I tell you that you could come in?” I asked, bemused.

         He gave me a rueful smile. “You were never going to ask me in, Grace.”

         I fisted my hands at my sides just as Matt poked his head in, probably checking to see what the commotion we were making in the foyer was.

         He looked surprised. “Cole, what’re you doing here, man?” He walked over to Cole, and they did that weird fist-bump guy thing that boys seem to find so awesome to do upon greeting other people.

         “Grace and I had tutoring today,’ he said, walking into the lounge room and plonking himself down on the vacated chaise.

         “Which you cancelled,” I felt the need to remind him. “And I don’t remember giving you permission to come barging in and sitting on my couch.”