Chapter [2]
"Lisey!! I'm coming in!!" Noah shouted banging against my door, "What?! No. Noah. I'm seriously am mid-getting dressed. Don't come in!" I heard a muffled laugh from behind the door,
"Now you're just tempting me, Hon!" Noah quickly turns the handle of the door and slams it open. I quickly duck behind my bed and crawl under hiding my exposed self from his perverted stare.
I heard his steps come close. I hold my breath, scared he'll find me. Suddenly I picture myself in a horror movie where the murderer is looking for the girl while she hides under the bed.
And then he finds her and drags her out, like in that one movie, Taken.
The thought makes my chuckle a little, then I crush my mouth with my hand and realize what I'd done, "Ah-ha!" Noah laughs, and rolls under the bed with me.
I quickly grab a blanket I'd had under my bed, for extras in my bathroom, and wrapped it around me, banging my head and elbows on the metal frame of my bed while doing it. OUCH!
"Hey Cutie." Noah smiles up at me on his back since he'd landed on his back once he had rolled to far under the bed.
"Hey Perv. Can I get dressed now?"
"Can I watch?"
"No."
"Then no. You may not get dressed."
He smirked up at me. And gave me a cute pair of Bambii eyes. "Pwease?" He murmured while he drew little hearts with his finger on my bare arm. It gave me the chills.
"Noah, stop. You know that tickles." I giggle as his fingers find their way up my shoulder onto the back of my neck. And I start giggling uncontrollably, rolling around, flailing around uncontrollably, smacking against the bottom of the bed.
"Fine. You can get dressed, I've tortured you enough," he says and I lift my head up, out of breath. "Thank you," I huff, and then roll out of the bed, in the opposite direction Noah had come.
I for some reason believe Noah will stay under the bed and let me dress, so I drop my towel and kick it under the bed. "Ooh, Baby. I thought you were going to wait for me to leave, but I guess this view is better than no view."
I glance back to the bad and expecting to see him checking me out "Noah!" I snap before I see, he's not there, "What?!" He shouts innocently, even though he is innocent.
"Noah?" I ask. "Yes?" He replies. Any mocking tone in his voice that was in his voice is now gone. "Have we ever actually kissed, you know, on the lips?" He chuckles, "Is that an offer?"
I grunt then grab a text book off my side desk and kick it under the bed at him. "OUCH!" He spat. "No it is not an offer, I just want to know."
He chuckles, "Well... The one eight grade trip where you and I had to play seven minutes in heaven." I smiled at the memory, "Or, seven minutes in hell as I called it." Noah chuckled from under the bed, "We didn't just kiss." I could just imagine him waggle his brows.
"Noah..." I growled
"I'm just kidding, Hon, but besides that, there was that one time at Jake Henderson's party a few months ago..."
"What?" I ask pulling on a pair of Superman undies and a blue bra to match. Then a white tank top over that and for shorts I put on a pair of somewhat ripped denim shorts.
"Well when we went there you got all over me and tried to do it with me, don't you remember?"
"You're kidding." I gulped.
"Yes."
"Ugh! Noah!" You scared me for a sec. "You made me think someone had slipped me some date-rape drugs," I sat down on my bed relieved, and Noah crawled out, catching the hint that I'd finished getting dressed. "Lise, you know I wouldn't let anyone do that to you. I had you by my side that whole party."
"I know. I'm worried you slipped me the drug." I glanced back at him, his legs were at the other end of the bed and his head was near my lap. He flopped on his back, looking up at me again.
A sincere look sparked in his sweet gray eyes, a look even I rarely saw. "I wouldn't do that to you." He played with a long lock of curly brown hair and twirled it in his finger again, and the pervert I knew and loved came back. "I'd at least ask you to have sex, even before I date-rapped you..." "Pervert!" I smacked his head harshly he let out an "Ow!"and we both laughed.
"So you ready, Gorgeous?" He joked, suddenly it clicked. "Oh yah! School!"
"Ha freaking ha. Yah, no shit Sherlock." Noah mocked sarcastically. "I guess my rock hard abs distracted you," He laughed and flexed when he stood.
"Where are they? Under a layer of fat?" When I look up at him he looks fake-hurt again. "I must prove to you, my love, for how amazingly muscular I am." He says, sounding like an excerpt from a monologue out teachers had giving us, not the words. Just his voice.
"Don't you dare take off your shirt." I warn him. "But... I must!" He says dramatically and yanks the white t-shirt off of his surprisingly muscular body. I stand and graze my fingers over the eight pack that made up his stomach.
"Where the hell did these bad boys come from?!" I said making sure to feel ever rock hard abs and muscle until I reached the V of his waist line.
"Wow. Babe. Too far. I'm already for school, and I don't want to get all hot and sweaty with you and ruin my oh-so-sexy look." He smiled at me and did that odd, finger guns and clicky noise with his mouth and winked at me.
I glared at his hair, it was too smooth... So I quickly, before he could grab my wrists and stop me I messed up his soft brown hair. It looked better now. "What the hell?!" He snapped and attempted to fix it but i grabbed his hands and pointed at the mirror. "Look! It's cuter messy."
He looked a little closer, "Yah it is..." and he fixed the center miniature Mohawk-thing. It looked awesome. "Haha! Now c'mon! School's going to start!"
I grabbed his hand and yanked him downstairs to his super sexy grey Jeep. I was always jealous of Yoda (That's the name of his car, when his dad first bought it he was going through a Star Wars phase.) it was a really awesome car and I wanted it so badly.
When we finally pulled up to school, me and Noah were swarmed by our friends asking loads of questions about what had been posted on The Gossip last week.
"Is it true?!" "Did he have on protection?" "Was it gross?" "Was it fun?" "Did you like it?!"
Finally we both shouted, at all of them. "It's not true!"
Everyone looked sad after that and waddled off, I really didn't care, Noah was all the company I needed right now, since all the boys who didn't know the truth kept checking me out, and all the girls looked at Noah with disgust.
I glanced up at Noah, shocked to find him glaring at every guy looking at me. I thought he'd be loving all this attention. But that was in fact the opposite.
