"Where the hell is he" I huff on the phone to Sarah.
"He said he was going to be here at three and its four thirty!"
"Okay Layla, I'm sure he just running late"
"Really Sarah you believe that, Chase is probably with some dumb blonde bimbo sucking off her face and I'm going to have to do this assignment all by myself!"
KNOCK KNOCK
"Wait I think that's him I gotta go bye Sarah"
"Okay, try not to rip his head of Layla"
"It will be hard, he better have a good excuse" I say sounding agitated.
I practically run down the stairs and notice I'm wearing my fluffy slippers an my hair in a extremely messy bun with my tights and oversized jumper.
Well I look like crap I think to myself.
I open the door ready to give Chase a piece of my mind.
"I can't believe you--"
I cut myself of to see Chase standing there with a cut lip and a bruise forming on his eye but I couldn't help but notice a blood stain on grey t-shirt.
"Oh my god Chase, what happened to you?!" I say while covering my mouth.
"Nothing I'm fine Layla!" He says sounding pretty pissed off.
"But Chase your bleeding, tell me what happened?"
"Nothing, I'm fine it was just a stupid fight" he says trying to calm himself down.
"Well I'm here, are we going to do this stupid assignment?!"he snaps making me jump a little.
"Okay" I say trying to not to make him even more angry.
"But first let me clean you up" I say sounding concerned.
"Layla I'm fi--"
"Please Chase let me help you"
•CHASE POV•
"Please Chase let me help you" Layla says looking at me with concerned eyes.
I hate seeing her look so sad, wait what why do I care? I don't, do I?
"Okay" I whisper.
"Okay good now take your shirt off" she then blushes when she realises what she just said.
"Don't have to tell me twice" I say while sending her a little wink.
She then goes bright red.
I love that I can make her so nervous.
"Shut up Chase and just do it" she says while rolling her pretty green eyes.
Wait what?
I do as she says taking off my shirt
I smirk when I realising that shes checking me out.
"Enjoying the view?"
"What no!" She says nervously.
"Sure babe, whatever you say"
She starts at my cut lip I couldn't help but notice she wearing a purple bra.
Hey don't judge she is leaning over me right now, like most guys wouldn't have a little sneak peek.
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The bad boy's weakness
Teen FictionHe's a bad boy She's a good girl While he's out causing trouble, she's locked up safely in her room doing homework He pushes everyone away, she has trouble trusting those that surround her. He's cocky and arrogant, she's shy and insecure. He's Chas...
