THE BAD BOY'S GAME

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Chapter 7

Megan's POV

After Jett returned, he was wearing a smirk. I rolled my eyes. "Did you do it?" I asked curiously, tilting my head on the side. He opened his mouth to respond, but an angry voice beat him.

"You were the one, huh?"

I turned around and saw Alli approaching the circle. She looked at me angrily and I noticed quite a few hickeys on her neck. I chuckled lightly. Oh, Jett, you did a good job.

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner," I announced sarcastically and people laughed. I looked at her and smirked. "What, surprised? I am the only one who knows about that."

"Why?" she finally came and stepped in front of me, her hands both on her hips. She raised her eyebrows while she was waiting for me to answer.

I simply shrugged. "It was revenge."

"Because of what?" she exclaimed and threw her hands in the air. I rolled my eyes again and stood up, making Jayden and Mark's hands finally fall down my shoulders.

"Because you "forgot" to tell me I was rooming with a guy?" I did quotes with my hands. "Because, for some unknown reason, I got the most annoying one?" I stepped closer to her and raised my eyebrows. "Any more questions?"

She widened her eyes and stared at me for about a minute. Then, she started laughing.

"Seriously?" she said when she finally stopped. I nodded. "Whatever," she waved her hand at me and turned around. "Get over it." She went to the bench her and Jett was sharing. He looked up at her and patted his knee.

"Come on, sit down. Good girl." He flashed her a grin and she turned around and flashed me the evil smile while I was laughing. Then, she went on the other side of the bench and sat on it.

I knew a lot of things about her, because before that night, we spent a lot of time together, going on parties, drinking and so on. And I found out that one of the things Allison absolutely hates, are hickeys. I asked her why, and she said it makes her feel like she is a dog. That guys are just marking a territory and then she that way can't be with other guys.

"I will get back at you, you know that, right? Friend," she scoffed and I sent her a cheeky grin.

"You will, but not today. I'm going to bed." I replied and stretched. "Have fun!" I wished them as I turned around and started walking towards my room. I was really tired. All this swimming, driving, getting annoyed by a certain bad boy … It was just too much.

I was so close to my beach house, when I heard someone walking behind me. I turned around, but it was too late. A pair of strong hands grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I squeaked and started hitting the stranger on his back, but it didn't seem like it would hurt him.

"Put me down!" I screamed, but he didn't respond. "Seriously?" I shouted again and hit him, but stopped because I knew it was pointless. I suddenly realized where he was taking me. He was about to throw me in the sea. With my clothes on!

I groaned, took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. I hated being unable to do anything!

Think, Megan. What can you do? What can you possibly-

An idea hit me and I smirked. I struggled a bit but finally reached the hem of his sweatpants. I used all the force and pushed them down.

Score!

But I didn't exactly get the effect I wanted. I wanted him to trip on his nose, leave me out of his grip, then I would get away, laughing, probably I would take a picture and insult him with different names, like clumsy donkey, stupid monkey or something else. (What? It's not like you can think of something better!)

Well, this is how it turned out to be. He stopped walking and started laughing. "You seriously thought this will make me trip and you could escape, or you just wanted a better view?"I could have known. That bastard Drew again. "Because, honey, you could just ask."

I could swear he smirked, when I widened my eyes. I finally looked in front of me, and a few inches under my look, there was his firm, nice butt. He was wearing tight, black boxers and I couldn't help myself but look at it for a couple of seconds. It actually was a nice view.

Ugh! Shut up, Megan! What the hell are you thinking?

"Actually, I hoped you would trip and fall down and break your nose. Well, I guess not all wishes come true," I respond, trying to clear my head. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

He chuckled and started walking again, not loosening his grip even for a bit. I groaned. "Can you at least pull your pants back on?"

He chuckled again. "Honey, you took them off, that means something. And they will stay off." He got out of them completely and started walking again, leaving them behind us. We were really close to the sea now and I started hitting him even harder.

"Put me down, Drew!" I yelled, when I finally dropped my arms, feeling powerless.

His bare feet finally stepped in the sea, and I just pressed my face against his back and groaned.

Guess who is going swimming tonight? Me! And guess who is going to be sick tomorrow? Still me! Yay! What a joy.

He finally started pulling me over his shoulder again. His hands suddenly wrapped around my upper thighs and stayed there, until he grabbed my butt and slowly put me down, my legs slipping in the cold water. The water wasn't so deep, only a bit over my knees, and I hoped I could get away before all my dress gets wet.

I gritted my teeth, when I looked up and faced him. He was looking at me, smirking, his blonde hair messy and his turquoise blue eyes shining mischievously. He leaned down and removed a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You have a nice ass," he whispered, his voice husky.

I gasped and moved a few inches away from him. I did the only thing I remembered then. I splashed him.

"Hey!" he shouted and I laughed.

"That's for you being an asshole!" I shouted and turned around. I started running away from him and started laughing. When I thought I distanced myself enough, I turned around.

"Didn't you just go to pick up some girl and bring her here? What was her name, Kimmy? And now you're chasing after me? Classy," I shouted and he looked at me, amused. He was standing a few feet away from me. His hair was wet, and his lips curled in a smirk.

"Jealous, sweetheart?"

I scoffed. "You wish."

"I know." His eyes started sparkling and suddenly, he started running towards me. I quickly spun around and started running too, but I knew he will catch me sooner or later.

I squealed when his strong, muscular arms wrapped around my waist. "Gotcha," he whispered in my ear and I shivered. I blame cold water, though. "By the way, Kimmy is my little sister."

Suddenly, I started laughing. I didn't know why, I didn't know what came over me, I just did. I felt him stiffen as he quickly turned me around so our bodies were pressed against each other. He had his head tilted to the side as he was watching me. I chuckled again and looked at him.

"What?" I said, still smiling slightly. He was just looking like me with his amazingly beautiful eyes, looking almost – astonished.

"I … I like your laugh," he said and brushed a strand of hair off my face. He smiled. "You look so …" he looked like he was struggling with a choice of words and I raised my eyebrows. "Cheerful. I haven't seen this side of you."

I just smiled awkwardly. I didn't even know how to respond. "But …" he trailed off, leaning closer to me. My heart started beating faster when I felt his breath on my face. Stop it, heart, stop it! Stupid hormones. Stupid Drew.

"…That won't stop me from doing …" he trailed off, his body now pressed against mine, his head leaning down, lips just inches away from mine. "…this."

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