The Bad Boy of Mine

Chapter 30 ll "Oh my gosh, you're pouting again."

Zoey's POV

I dreamt of a little blue-eyed boy and car crashes. When I woke, I'm still sitting in the middle of the bed, with Chris sleeping in my lap. There's a frown on his face even when he's sleeping. He thinks I didn't notice his inattention yesterday. He was staring into the space with his eyebrows creased, like he's thinking hard about something. Then, his grip on me will tighten all of a sudden, and he'll pull me closer to him. Whether he did that consciously or not, something definitely happened regarding his family. I didn't mention anything to him, I know he doesn't want me to know that he's upset about something.

My back is sore, very very sore. I try to straighten my back, but a sharp jab of pain that spread through my entire behind stops me from doing do.

"Ahh shit." Who said it was a good idea to sleep like this.

As I continue to squirm, Chris begin to shifts in his sleep. I freeze, not wanting to wake him up, but I guess it was a little too late.

His eyelids flutter open. He wrinkles his nose and grumbles for a moment.

Oh lord, that's cute.

He closes his eyes again. "What's wrong?" He mumbles sleepily.

"Nothing's wrong. We have to get up." I glance at the digital clock on his bedside table. "We have thirty minutes to get ready for school."

"I don't want to go to school." He pouts.

"Oh my gosh, you're pouting again."

"What? No, I wasn't." Either he's denying himself, or he did it subconsciously. Either way, it's freaking adorable!

"You're so adorable. I don't understand why don't you just accept the compliment."

Chris scowls and grumbles under his breath, before sitting up and hopping off the bed.

I have a sudden urge to move my limbs around, so I stretch out my leg, and give Chris' butt a kick.

He stumbles for a moment, but recovers himself before he can fall. He murmurs something incoherent, but I see a trace of smile on his face.

He disappears into the bathroom, and reappears within a few minutes. I remain sitted, I don't exactly want to move my sore body.

"I don't want to go to school."

"I know."

"Stay home with me."

"No. I don't want to miss out on my lessons."

"I'm sure you can find someone to help you with that."

I ponder for a moment. He's right, and I don't think it'll be likely for me to be able to sit through the whole day, listening to teachers speak, with the sore back.

"I think I can do that."

Chris' lips break into a giant grin.

"I can easily get Jacob to help me with catching up."

His grin falters a little, "Jacob, right."

"Yes, right, Jacob."

"You know what, actually, I think we should go to school."

"What? Why?"

"I don't feel like staying at home anymore."

I take a step forward, so that Chris is standing right in front of me, his face inches away. Gently, I place a palm to his cheek, and smiles when I feel him leaning into my touch.