Game On Player. Game On.

Chapter 5

After enjoying my little happy moment, I made my way into my closet pulling out my favorite pajamas. A pair of girl boxers which were red and had tiny white snowflakes on them, and a pink tank top which I wouldn't wear out in public because it spills my D sizes girls everywhere. I mean it's great for bed but not in public. Anywhere.

I padded along the cold wooden floor to the tile bathroom floor across from the stairway. I walked into the cream colored room grabbed my strawberry body wash and my herbal essences shampoo from one of the mirrored cupboards, turned the shower on to a warm temperature, stripped from my clothes, and walked right in.

The shower had a polished stone finish in the inside along with a rain shower head spraying out just the right temperature. I washed and scrubbed everywhere. Finally feeling clean, I walked out grabbing a towel on the rack beside the shower.

Pulling the fluffy blue towel around my whole body I made my way to the his and her marble sinks. I wiped the condensation off of the glass in front if me and took a cloth and got rid of all the extra makeup. I dried myself, then hooked on my bra again, putting on a pair of fresh underwear, and slipping on my pjs, then I  brushed my hair. Then hanging my towel up again, I made my way back to kitchen hopefully finding something I could reheat or make for dinner. It was around four thirty ish when I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Halfway on route to the kitchen, the door bell rang. I looked at my phone. No surprise messages saying that any of my friends were coming over, hmm, maybe it's mom home earlier then usual I wondered. When I reached the front hallway I unlocked the grey door, and pulled it open to see who was behind it. Opening the door widely so the warm air could hit my already cold body. I dared to see who was ahead of me.

There, leaning against the doorframe casually,  a very attractive brown haired boy, chocolate eyes blazing with wickedness, and a signature mischievous smirk planted in his chiseled face. He also wore a plaid red checked shirt rolled up to his elbows sticking to his tempting abdomen like a second skin. Along with his shirt, dark washed jeans and plain black casual shoes on his feet. Next, stood a raven haired boy with the same defined jawline but with a more devilish glint in his eyes. If that is even possible. He wore just a plain grey t-shirt which stuck to his chest area tightly. He also wore jeans. Noticing there was around 4 other attractive looking jocks behind these two.

"After your done checking us out, are you going to invite us in?" Brandon dared to ask. I didn't even want to know why he was here or how he found my house. You guys dated you nimrod! Oh right.. That's why. I slammed the door right in all of their faces. Well at least tried to. Evan stuck out his foot so it didn't close. Then Brandon opened the door again inviting himself in.

I walked towards the kitchen waiting for them to leave. I looked behind me. Nope not gone. Just ignore them and then they will get bored, and leave. I told myself. So I made my way to the stainless steel two doored fridge, and opened it.

I found some raw pieces of beef and a pepper, some lettuce and some BBQ sauce. I also grabbed some whole wheat tortillas. Finally maybe something decent to eat! I turned the stove on so I could cook the beef in the BBQ sauce. Feeling a presence behind me,I turned around.

I was then trapped between to muscular arms and the cool metal bar on the stove stuck into my back. I then looked up to my tall capturer. Chocolate eyes gleaming he smirked at me. I brought my hand up to his face and tried to smack it off. I was waiting for the smack but didn't hear one. My wrist was caught midair by his huge hand which was now wrapped around my frail joint. I stood there and glare at him while he had a devious glint in his chocolate river for eyes.

"Oh so you decide to just waltz right into MY house and bug the crap out on me in MY house? Then you sit on MY couch, and watch MY tv," I motioned towards the five attractive teenagers watching god knows what I was too infuriated to care. Not only did I have enough of them at school, but now after school they decide to waltz right in and act like they own the place. Asses.