The Bad Girl Wears Pink ☑️

Chapter Three

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"Secret! Get your ass out of bed now!"

The shout came piercing through my early morning slumber and I groaned loudly into the pillow refusing to get up.

"Secret! Out of bed or I'll drag you out myself!"

I ignored Helen's shouts and continued sleeping making sure to add some fake snores each one getting louder. Bony hands gripped my ankles and my body was being dragged from the bed. I clutched the sheets and pillow dragging it along with me, as in a couple seconds the bed would disappear from beneath my body. My five feet four inches tiny feminine body collapsed to the ground with a thud, along with the sheets and pillow.

"Arghh!"

"Get up!" Helen yells at me sprawled out on the bedroom floor.

I grimaced sitting upright as aches and pains shot throughout my body like being pricked by a million needles.

"Do you ever knock?" I mutter with a tired hoarse voice, rubbing my aching elbows desperately trying to ease the pain.

"I did. I stepped on the door on the way in."

I pouted looking pass her to where the door was supposed to be. I had successfully managed to erect it back in place after many failed attempts, finally succeeding at the brink of giving up. Now the door was lying on my bedroom floor once more.

Helen eyed me suspiciously reading my facial expression and body language. At the moment it screamed the obvious fact that I was going to kill that son of a bitch.

"Downstairs in an hour or you're walking missy," she hisses and with that, she turned and left the room.

"Is that how they taught you to say 'good morning'?" I call out to her.

"What's so good about the morning?!" She replies pissed.

I chuckled and got up walking to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and threw on some denim and a tee shirt that hid anything that was remotely feminine about my body. I quickly redid my bun and headed down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast. I got two pieces of toast with orange juice and an apple. I ate alone quietly then washed the toast down with some more juice. The clock read 10:30 AM as I left the kitchen to head back to the room to grab my cell and satchel.

I got both of them and turned to leave just as I glimpsed a human form moving around through my opaque bedroom window curtains. I walked over to the window and opened the curtains slightly. The windows next door were wide open allowing me to see the person walking around in the room. It was the neighbour's son, Emmett, not wearing any shirts as usual.

I quietly peered at him through the windows after I managed to slip the curtains fully open. The open curtains allowed me to spy on the muscular nineteen-year-old sex machine that was pacing around his room with a black headset hanging over his ears. I gripped the cellphone in my hand, watching him as he stared down at his own cell. Trying to not be noticed lurking, I tapped the phone screen then raised the cellphone about an inch to get a good view and quietly snapped a photo.

The flash of light from the camera glistened and his head snapped up almost immediately. I dropped to the floor in an attempt to hide. I was sure he saw me so hiding was useless. I couldn't tell if he was still looking and I did not want to peek or he'd suspect u had been spying. I raised my head an inch and saw him still staring through his window into my room through my half-open windows.

Shoot!

I ducked my head and slumped back to the floors. I could tell he was moving closer to his window without even looking.

"You know I can see your hair right?"

"Crap..."

I had forgotten about my bun that had probably given it all away. I got up slowly, mindful to leave the cellphone on the floor then turned to face him.

"Hey...Emmett," I call awkwardly.

My brain scoffed at how completely stupid and ridiculous my heart was making me feel considering I had a crush on the guy. Worst of all I couldn't even have a decent convo with him without acting the way other girls do.

"Ah what's your name again?" he asks taking a seat on the bedroom window sill.

Both his arms folded behind his head showing off his impressive set of abdominal muscles and his bulging biceps and triceps. In a bid to act as normal as possible, I did the same hopping up onto the window sill in my room, sitting comfortably and looking over at him.

"I can't tell you it's a secret."

He cracked a smile, "Secret, right."

I too cracked a smile at the sight of his dimpled cheeks before looking down at my own hands that were lying in my lap.

"Hey wanna hang out sometimes?" He asked looking across space at me.

"Only if you want to." I shrugged before changing my focus to the phone lying on my bedroom floor, still hoping Emmett hadn't realized I was snapping photos of him from my bedroom.

"We should," He replies which pulled me out of my daze a bit.

There was silence between us for a second. I looked over at him again, about to say something entirely unrelated to the camera flash.

"Um, I was just wondering..." I began to say before his mother's voice came ringing through the air like a tune.

"Emmett, can you come down here for a minute?!"

He continued staring at me from his window sill waiting for me to finish what I was about to say, but I only grimaced and shook my head.

"Guess I'll talk to you later Secret," he says, as my name rolled off his tongue like something Beethoven would have written.

I nodded and watched as he left his bedroom broad bareback and shirtless. Only after the door closed behind him did I hop down from my seat and grabbed the cell phone from the floor. On the screen was the picture I had just managed to snap of Emmett. I smirked at my triumph.

I bet he didn't even notice that time either.

#TBGWP
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