CHAPTER TWENTY TWO-
AND YOU ARE THE LOWEST FORM OF LEECH
Emarald's POV:-
The sight that beholded me, made the water come spilling out of my mouth, that wasn't the bad part though, the bad part was that I spat it out on Brett and I had my jaw hanging open, the 'hitting the floor' kind.
Why, you may ask?
No, I know, I am having a live view.
My conscience wasn't that bad before, it's just like this since I met this boy.
Back to topic, the guy was only in his boxers. Keyword: only. But this would not have been a problem if he had belly the size of watermelon because damn this guy was toned in all the right places. He was lean, I knew that but this was just, just....
Fanfuckingtastic.
Literally.
His shoulders were broad and oh my those biceps, I could lick them and I was not joking. This guy had the body every girl dreams of. I mean he had, what?! Eight pack abs, how is that even possible? I only saw this type on body in movies, not that anybody looked better than him right now. Or ever.
This was like the first guy, out of family that I had seen this much indecently. For the record, I was not complaining. The not complaining part was proven as my mouth was surely still hanging open since I drained the water out on him. I couldn't move my eyes away and I wanted to enjoy this every second till he decides to make fun of me. He is so hot. There I said it. Brett Hartwell is the hottest guy I have ever met and I don't want to deny it.
Finally breaking the silence which I wanted to admire the body he had, he said, "You should hand over the clothes?" That sounded utterly gibberish to me because my mind refused to acknowledge that the moment had ended and right now I looked like a fish dying out of water.
"Huh?" The most crappy reply in the history of replies was becoming my forte.
"Clothes? Those are for me right?" Cocking his right eyebrow at me, he smirked. Ass.
"No, these aren't for you, you'll be wearing my short shots and pink crop top." I sassed out. Hell! I did have replies left.
"Ha ha, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit."
"Yeah, and you are the lowest form of leech." I sickly smiled at him. Nonetheless, I handed him the clothes and gestured to the bathroom.
"Change fast and don't come out till I tell you to." I warned.
"Why, you're turning into a swan?"
"Nah you're turning into an ass."
"I'm your ass." He grinned, his eyes twinkling like a million stars were studded in them.
"Please, my ass is so much better." He caught my hand and pulled me towards him in one swift motion. My front came in contact with his and he glanced down at my ass, smirking.
"Yeah, it is."
"Pervert."
"You love me." I cringed and hit his arm.
"I'd rather love a donkey. Now go change." I pushed him in the direction of my bathroom. He complied and I walked to the direction of my closet when I heard the door click shut.
I quickly changed blue denim jeans and a white crop top. (A.N. picture above, imagine the girl with brunette hair.)
"May I enter, your highness?" The diva in my bathroom yelled.
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Teen Fiction"Stay away from me." I yelled. How could he do this? Why the bloody hell did he have to do it now? Now when I finally felt that everything would be okay and why in god's name did I kiss him again? Even though I felt confused, one thing was clear tha...
