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My Wattpad Love

Chapter 09

I was writhing around my bed frustrated. I was trying to get some sleep. For the past hour, I'd been failing miserably. I couldn't get Evan's sexy voice out of my head.

What was wrong with me? He'd only said a few words, why was I already dying to hear his voice again? As soon as he'd hung up, I'd headed to my room to check my computer. He was offline in wattpad so I waited... I chatted with other friends from the site while I waited for him to come online but he never came. I had no choice but to sleep, it was school's night and it was past midnight. But of course, thanks to my unhealthy sleeping habits, I was lying on my back with my eyes wide opened.

Groaning in frustration, I sat up rubbing my face. My stomach roared loudly, I hadn't even tasted the so famous dinner Mom left for me in the microwave. I swung my feet out of bed and slowly got up. I made my way to the door wondering what Shane was doing. I had left him on the couch after throwing him some covers. I didn't like him but that didn't mean I was going to let him freeze to death in my living room.

I was crossing the hallway when I passed the bathroom's door. Instantly, an image of a naked Jason played in front of my eyes. God, was I ever going to be able to erase that from my memory? I wished my mind was like a computer, that I could delete all the awkward, unnecessary memories with a click. Fortunately, Jason had left as soon as he finished the shower. I guessed he wasn't ready to deal with the awkwardness of the situation. I mean, I saw him naked.

I went downstairs walking as slow as possible. I resembled a zombie during night. The lack of sleep was killing my brain cells in a slow but steady process. When I reached the living room, Shane was lying across the couch in front of the stairs. He was using his phone and listening to music. The TV was off so the entire place was semi-dark. Shane looked at me; an amused smile appeared on his face.

"If you're going to seduce me, you should try something better than a little mermaid pajama," he suggested and chuckled.

"Whatever," I stated entering the kitchen. I knew my pajamas were not sexy at all but hey, I was in my house. I could wear anything I wanted, he was the intruder not me. How the hell did that jerk end up staying over my house anyway? Oh yeah, I had a very gullible mother. She was the one to blame if I got killed tonight. Opening the microwave, I heard his footsteps from behind but ignored him.

"Are you looking for your broomstick, little witch?" I ignored him. Did he have fun telling me how ugly I look? Yeah, definitely yes  "Aww, Jones is not really chatty tonight, isn't she?"

"Ah, shut up already!" I exclaimed and my eyes widened when I saw the microwave was empty. What the... Immediately, I turned on my feet and pointed my finger accusingly to the tall guy sitting across the counter "You ate my dinner?" I asked knowing he was the only one in the house. I didn't need to be bright to know he was the culprit.

"Yeah, I thought you were going to eat that so," he shrugged his shoulders. 

"It was MY dinner! You are such a... Arg!" I slammed the microwave's little door closed. Shane looked surprised by my outburst.

"Calm down, little lion," What's up with him and using 'little' for every nickname he gave me? I knew he was significantly taller than me but he didn't need to remind me of it all day.
Opening the fridge angrily, I searched for something to eat. After seeing all the tasteless food my mother called 'healthy food' I slammed the fridge closed as well. I needed to calm down, it was not my electro domestics' fault there was a jerk in the house.

I turned to Shane again and for a moment, I saw a flash of guilt cross his face,

"What are you doing here, Shane?" I asked bitterly "I know I messed your chances of getting laid tonight but don't you think you're taking this too far?" he opened his mouth to say something but I continued "I mean, you are in my house, eating my food, invading my personal life. That is just too much,"

"It wasn't like I planned this, alright?" he explained sounding annoyed "Your mother called me this afternoon, she asked me to stay over because you were going to be alone,"

"Why would she do that?" I asked in disbelief.

"Because she trusts me," was his reply. I knew he was being honest, Mom definitely trusted him otherwise I was sure she wouldn't leave two teenagers alone in a house. Sighing in frustration and defeat, I took a bag of chips out of the cabinets and sat across Shane. I had no energy whatsoever to keep arguing with him.

"Why are you awake?" I wondered while chewing loudly my chips. They weren't ruffles but they were better than all those stuff Mom had in the fridge.

"Couldn't sleep," he said casually "You?"

"Same," reluctantly, I offered him the bag so he could have some chips. I don't know where my anger had gone but I didn't care. I felt good to have something in my stomach. Shane shook his head.

"I'm full," I narrowed my eyes at him. Of course he was full, he had eaten MY dinner.

Breathe, Jules, breathe

There was a long moment of silence. Shane was staring at me with... curiosity? We locked gazes and It suddenly became difficult to swallow my chips. His hazel eyes were so deep, like they had life on their own. Shane was really hot but it was not just his physical appearance, which was very fine. Everything about him screamed danger. But that kind of danger, we always want to taste. His bed hair made him look even sexier than usual. I shut my thoughts. I couldn't be interested in him. He was an arrogant jerk but I couldn't deny he was as attractive as a huge bad of Ruffles. Ok, maybe that was a bad comparison but you would understand if you knew the amount of passion I had for Ruffles. 

"You’re done checking me out?" he asked smirking at me. I looked away blushing.

"Psst, I wasn't checking you out," I lied. I was suddenly self-conscious of my outfit. I was sure I looked terrible; I didn't even want to imagine how my hair looked.

My hair...

"Are you blushing?" Shane was snickering. I glared at him from the corner of my eye and got on my feet. For some reason, I felt nervous now.

"I should sleep," I mumbled as I walked to the door fro that would lead me to the living room. Shane jumped to his feet and blocked my way. I had to tilt my head back to look at his face, "move," I ordered but he remained motionless. His intense gaze was making me feel weird. He was too close for my like so I stepped back until the small of my back hit the counter. Shane moved with me, "what are you doing? Back off," I demanded as he rested both of his hands on the counter behind me, his arms trapping me. I could smell his nice manly cologne. 

"You know, you ruined my plans of getting laid tonight," he whispered, his minty breath hitting my face "You owe me,"

"I don't owe you anything, back off," I pushed his chest but he didn't budge.

"Am I making you nervous, Jules?" my stomach did a back flip. It was the first time he called me by my name. My heart started racing inside my small ribcage.

"No," I knew he was playing with me. I could tell by the amused expression on his face. I dropped my gaze to his chest, which was a mistake; I was now looking at his defined chest and abdomen. I could see he muscles beneath his t-shirt.

"You like what you see?" he stated arrogantly, I pushed his chest hard this time, "Go on, babe, I like it rough," I scrunched my nose in disgust at his remark.

"Leave me alone, stop," I could feel my heated cheeks. Pervert comments always made me blush.

"Look at me,"

"Shane, stop it, let me go," I felt the urge to punch his chest again but I didn't want another sexual remark so I stayed still.

"Look at me, Jules," I looked up to meet his eyes. They held a glint of something I couldn't decipher. His eyes landed on my lips. My breath was heavy, my lips parted in anticipation. He leaned closer until our breaths were mixing. But then, he smirked and took a step backwards "Sorry, you just don't do it for me," my heart sank in my chest.  His words hurt my woman pride, but I managed not to let it show.

"Right," I walked past him and went upstairs.

Why did it hurt so bad? I guess, my pride was hurt. It was not nice to have a guy to say those words to you. After some minutes of struggling, I finally fell asleep.



***


The week rushed by uneventful. It was the same routine: going to school, hanging out with Laura, avoiding Shane and been avoided by Jason. I really didn't get why Jason was not even talking to me. I mean, I know it was awkward after the 'incident' in the bathroom but I believed I was the worst affected in this situation. I saw his little buddy for God sakes! That image was going to hunt me until the end of time.

As for Evan, I talked to him every day. He was being friendlier to me but he was still arrogant and insulted me once in a while. I was used to it though, which was kind of worrying, a girl should never get used to be insulted, right? However, his insults were harmless. I mean, being called Mrs. Strawberry or Cheesy writer weren't considered insults, were they?

Anyway, the week end was here. It was Saturday morning. I was, of course, doing homework and studying, yeah right, I was actually watching TV with no intention of getting my butt out of the couch anytime soon. Yes, I was lazy, sue me. I was waiting for Evan to message me back whilst watching Friends. I freaking loved that TV show. It was hilarious. My phone buzzed and I checked it knowing it was him. How did I know? That was one of the mysteries of life.

Him: Morning, sleepyhead.

Me: Sleepyhead?

Him: Yeah ;) What's up?

Me: Just chilling, watching TV, you?

Him: Same, shouldn't you be studying Math?

Me: Hum, yeah, it is a waste of time though.

Him: how can you expect understanding Math if you never study?

Me:  I have tried but it's hard.

He didn't reply for a while. I realized how bad I wanted him to call me again. That urge was growing in me since that night he'd called me. Since the moment I heard his sexy husky voice. I would call him if I could but I didn't have his number. Gaining some strenght, I dared to type something

Me: I was wondering...

I sent the message without finishing it. Ah! Stupid Jules!

Him: You wanted me to call you again, don't you?

My heart started hammering inside my chest. How did he know?

Me: Yeah, how do you know?


He didn't reply and my house phone rang making me jump in the couch. I held my chest, my breathing became uneven. I could feel the loud beats of my heart in my throat and ears. What was wrong with me? I squeezed my sweaty hands. He was calling me.

Evan was calling me.

Jesus, I was going to die of an heart attack. Calm down, Jules, Breathe I chanted inside my head. The suspense was killing me. I grasped the phone and pressed to my ear wit a shaking hand.

"He-Hello," I stammered feeling stupid.

"Hello, Jules," his sexy voice sent a shiver through my spine. My legs weakened.

"Hum, Hi," I swallowed. My throat was dry.

"You sound nervous," he said amused.

"Hum, no, I was just... the phone was far away so," I bit my lower lip "I ran to get it, I'm..."

"stop lying," he said in a whisper "I know I make you nervous,"

"No, it-"

"Why did you want me to call you?"

To hear your amazing sexy voice... and drool over my phone.

I couldn't tell him that so I went for the lie.

"I was bored,"

"Really?" I swear, I could tell he was smirking at the other side of line. How did I know? Add that to the big list of mysteries of life.

"Yeah, so, what are you doing?" I desperately needed to change the subject. For the sake of my heart and lungs, I needed to calm down.

"I think that is pretty obvious. I'm talking to you," he said teasingly. I rolled my eyes.

"I mean... besides that,"

"Nothing, I was reading," he paused, "I was reading your story,"

My stomach twisted in nervousness. I could feel tingles inside.

"You were?"

"Yes, it made me curious,"

"Why?" I sat on the armrest of the couch; my legs would give up anytime. Jeez, how did his voice affect me this much?

"The last chapters were written with so much passion," he commented "do you like someone, Jules?"

My heart skipped a beat. I clang to the phone for dear life.

"I-I..." I stuttered not knowing what to reply.

Did I like someone?

He was asking the question I'd been avoiding for a while now.

I was deeply afraid of the answer.


x M W L X


YES! YES! YES! It's a cliffhanger!! Shoot me potatoes, kill me, cut me in pieces! You have the right to do so, but remember, if you hurt the writer, there'll be no story! Muahaha you're trapped!

Next chapter will be revealing :D and it'll be longer.


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Arix ;)