(Chapter 16- The Bad Boy and His Eggs Distracted Me)

As I wake I try to roll over but quickly find I am being held down by something very heavy draped across my stomach and something breathing against my back. I try to take in a deep breath but finding it very hard to do right now with all the weight on me. What the-

I squirm again just as my eyes manage to come open. I am able to slowly turn over and that's when I look down at the subject in question and find that it's an arm. A very nice lightly tan muscular arm at that. Well that's not so bad.... Wait! Arm....body....person. I'm in bed with another person! Oh sweet lord, what have I done?

I look around the room trying to place anything familiar at all and, that's when I see Brody's leather jacket hanging across a chair, and it hit me. I was in Brody's room. Everything from last night came back and I remembered what I was doing in his bed. Although that doesn't quite explain the arm across my stomach or our extreme closeness.

Well....this is awkward.

'Not if he doesn't wake up like this.'

Oh that's true. Maybe if I can slowly move from his embrace, I will be able to get up and be free from any weird moment that is likely to happen from this.

First step is removing the arm. I grab hold of Brody's wrist with both my hands, because let's face it, it's heavy and, very gently pick it up. He lets out a low grunt and I think I've woken him but to my luck he's still asleep. Thank goodness.

Almost there...... Once his arm is now in his vicinity beside him I then try getting up. Ah freedom. I can breathe again. I forgot how much I missed it.

Now all that's left is getting off the b-

Oh no.

The only way to get off the bed is to crawl over top of Brody. The other side of the bed is closed off by a wall and the bottom is where a desk and couch sat. I could have attempted to leave that way but I'm pretty sure I would have fell and broken my neck. Curse you, you stupid bed for being pushed up against the wall.

Well this is just great. Please note the sarcasm.

If I climb over top of him and he wakes up with me like that I will just die! The humiliation will be to much. I never be able to face him again.

Maybe I'll just lay here until he wakes up. Yeah that will work. It's not like he's snuggled against me anymore so it won't be so bad.

I think....

Or I could be wrong. My bladder was now screaming at me to empty it and everyone knows when your bladder needs something it gets it.

Why me?

Its ok Farah, just be really careful and everything will be fine. Oh god, I'm really about to do this aren't I? Of all the things you get yourself into Farrah this tops them all. Well I take that back, yesterday morning with Callum was pretty bad to.

Well here it goes.

I prop myself up on my knees beside him and easily lift my right leg over top of him. My other hand rests on the other side of his body next to his head for support. Please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't wake up.

I take in his adorable sleeping figure as I stare down at him. Awe, I've never seen him from this view.

'Another time Farrah, look at your position right now.'

I blush deeply at realizing this. I. Am. Straddling. Brody. Bauer. Oh my gosh!

Seriously Farrah? Moving now!

I breathe a breath of relief as my foot touches the floor on the other side of the bed and I'm able to pull the rest of me over him and meet the ground.

I smile proudly to myself at getting away with that. Wow I'm awesome. I could be a ninja with move like that.

I turn on my heal to go find the bathroom when the need to pee gets worse. We don't want any accidents now do we? That's the one thing that could make this whole thing worse.

"Well this is a change."

The sound of his voice brings me to a halt. Please no. I'm just imagining this. Yeah that's it. It's just my imagination.

"Usually I'm the one sneaking out not the girl."

I can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he says this. Wait he thinks I'm sneaking out? It doesn't surprise me he does this but, me? Its just not my style.

'Style? Really? When have you ever done this before?'

What I mean is, I would never do anything like that. Happy?

"I was just going to the bath-"

I am cut off when I turn to face Brody who is now standing in front of me only a foots distance away while raking his eyes over my body. Uh....

"This is definitely a sight to wake up to." He says not taking his eyes from me.

Wait, What sight? I look down at what's got him so amused and gasp loudly. Oh. My. God. I am nearly naked! Here I am standing in nothing but his t-shirt directly in front of him. Could someone kill me now?

I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I think of a way out of this.

"I...I was just." My eyes scan the room for anything to cover up with when I spot Sarah's pants I wore last night folded up on the chair next to Brody.

I quickly made my way to them and held them up.

"I was just going to change." I say quickly.

I clear my throat awkwardly before turning away from him. And yes I'm well aware that he's probably checking me out as I go but I had to get into something more decent. I can't stand around in this all day. Especially when he likes it so well.

"By the way, I loved the way you woke me up this morning. It's not everyday I find a girl on top of me."

My eyes widen at this and I freeze in my tracks. Please tell that didn't just happen. Please.

There is no way he could have been awake. He was asleep...I'm sure of it. I think.

Without turning my body towards him I twist my head so that I'm staring at him out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't bear to face him right now. Not in this and those words.

"I-I couldn't get off the bed and I had to pee." I mumbled and quickly ran from the room.

I slowed my breathing once I entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Could this morning get any worse? Wait till Olivia hears about this.

I walk up to the mirror in the large bathroom and take my appearance and gasp. What the crap happened last night?

My hair was in ten different directions and the oversized t-shirt was half hanging off my shoulder and I had dark makeup under my eyes from not washing it off last night.

I look like something from the night of the living dead. How could anyone find this attractive?

I force myself to turn away long enough to use the bathroom and get washed up then tried to get myself together. I managed to get most of the knots out of my hair with just my fingers and pulled the hair band from my wrist and pulled my hair up.

There, not so bad.

I washed the rest of the makeup from my face and finished with putting on the pants. I looked myself over again and when I was satisfied, left the room. I suppose it could be a lot worse.

When I got back to Brody's room he was no longer there and I was able to feel just a little bit of relief. I think it's for the best.

A beep from my phone sounded through the room disrupting my thoughts. It must be Olivia. She's the only one who calls this early on a Sunday.

I walk over to the phone and pick it up. Three missed calls and one text. I guess I must have been in the bathroom when the calls came through.

I checked to calls first and seen two were from Heather and one from Blake. Oh crap, Heather! I totally forgot to tell her where I was last night. I meant to tell her I'd be over at Olivia's but that I forgot. I know. I was going to lie, I can hardly believe it myself but if I told the truth then I wouldn't have been able to stay over last night and I would had to face Callum.

I forced myself to open the text even though I knew there was a good chance she would be very mad but I had to read it at some point.

Heather:

WHERE ARE YOU? Mom and dad will be home at one so you better get home soon. And we need to talk!

Uh oh. She's mad. Maybe she found out about the incident yesterday with her boyfriend. It's wasn't my fault. I didn't know anyone was home.

I looked at the time and realized it was now twelve pm and panicked. I need to get home now! I only have an hour. I grabbed up all of my things before running downstairs looking for Brody. He had to take me home before my parents go there.

I was relieved once I found him standing in the kitchen cooking some eggs. Wait cooking? Awe the bad boy cooks to? I never would have thought it possible. I thought he was to tough to be standing in the Kitchen.

"Hey." He says turning off the stove. "I thought you might be hungry."

This was for me? He made me breakfast? Why? Not that I'm not thrilled but, why?

"Um...thanks." I smile.

He separated the eggs into two plates and sat one down at the bar in front of me. They did look pretty appetizing and I'm not one to turn down eggs for breakfast so I took my seat in beside him and began digging in.

Wow they were actually pretty good to. Where did he learn to do this I wonder?

"What?" He asks finishing up his food.

Oh crap, when did I start staring at him? I blush and look back down at my food. Well this is embarrassing.

"Nothing." I mutter.

"It didn't look like nothing." He chuckles.

I shrug and figure I might as well own up to it. "I was just wondering where you learned to cook?"

He took a sip of his drink before speaking. "I'm not completely useless, I've picked up a few things along the way."

I quickly shook my head feeling like I've just insulted him. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just surprised you do it. It hardly goes with the whole bad boy image, don't you think?"

This time he laughed at me and I felt a little better. I don't know why. I just hated to think I was insulting him or anything. He was just to good of a person for me to do that. All pranks aside.

"Actually my mom showed me a few things." He confessed. "I was five when she showed me how to scramble eggs."

I was literally amazed. His mom took the time to show him that? How could he think they don't care about him? Obviously they do. I think they just misunderstand each other most of the time. Maybe if they just communicated then things would be much better between them.

"Well she taught you well, they were wonderful." I smiled.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and quickly remembered what I came down here for. The bad boy and his eggs distracted me.

I instantly jump from my seat and gather my things in a rush. "Can you please take me home? Heather is freaking out right now."

"Sure. Let me just grab my keys and we'll go." He says getting up from his seat.

He disappears for only a minute and he's back with his keys in hand and he jacket on. Oh how hot he looks in that jacket. What I wouldn't give to rip it right off-

'Whoa there Farrah. Concentrate at the issue on hand.'

Right. I shake my head of those those thoughts and follow him out the door and to his car. I smile when I can now visibly see there are no traces of mine and Sarah's work now. He made sure to get rid of all of it didn't he? You would have never guessed it ever happened.

Brody and I pull up outside my house with twenty minutes left to spare. I didn't like cutting it this close. If my parents ever found out I didn't come home last night or the party I'd be grounded for a month.

I quickly gather up all of my things and turn to Brody. "Thanks for letting me stay over last night."

"It was my pleasure." He smirks eying me again.

I blushed. I knew old Brody would be making his appearance very soon. He can never stay away for long. Of course I wouldn't change him for the word. I like him exactly like he is. Give or take a few inappropriate remarks he likes to make. This morning being one of them.

"Well I better go face the wrath of my sister." I chuckled. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

I pass him one last smile as I exit the vehicle and make my way to the door. I twisted the handle and let myself in and as soon as I do I find Heather with her arms crossed giving me that 'you're in big trouble' look. She's scary when she all business.

"Hi." I squeak.

"Don't hi, me. Where have you been?" She questioned seriously then looked down over my attire. "And what are you wearing?"

I followed her down to the shirt and my heart rate instantly sped up. Oh no, Brody's shirt. I never took it off. What do I say?

"Uh...it belongs to a friend." I lie.

She raises an eyebrow to me. "That's a guy's shirt."

"T-that's because it was....Olivia's Brothers shirt." I lie again. "I borrowed it when I stayed over there last night."

She didn't look like she was buying it. "Isn't he 10?"

Oh crap. I didn't think this through. And since when did she start paying any attention to my friend's lives?

"He's really tall?"

Wow I'm really bad at this. I need some practice.

She shook her head out of annoyance. "Ok forget about that. Why did you break into my room?"

I knew my eyes probably grew tow sizes just now. "How did you know about that?"

"You didn't completely shut my window." She answers.

Oops, I could have sworn I did. How could I make such a simple mistake? My eyes stay focused on Heather as she stands in front of me with her arms crossed waiting for an answer. An Answer I don't have unless I tell her the truth. Will she be mad?

"Well?" She says.

I sigh in defeat. "I accidentally locked myself out and Brody helped me break in."

"You mean your new boyfriend right?" She says in a non amused manor. "You know when you told me about him I thought he would be the best thing to help you get over Blake but the more time you spend with him the more you're changing."

"Excuse me?"

She looks me directly in the eye. "He's trouble Farrah and you're gonna get in trouble to if you keep this up."

I was starting to get angry now. She's giving me advice about my relationship with Brody when she can't even find someone who's available. She the last person I need to hear this from.

"Well I'm sorry we can't all find guys that are still married."

I quickly slap my hand over my mouth in shock. Did those words really just escape my mouth? Heather face looked like a mix of emotions I couldn't place but one stood out the most and it was definitely hurt.

Without another word she pulls out the phone and scrolls through a few pictures on her phone before holding it up in front of my face.

"Just be glad I got this picture instead of Mom and Dad."

I take the phone from her hands and study the picture closely when I gasp. It was a panoramic picture of me sitting on Brody's lap by the fire with the rest of the party scene behind up. Whoever did this made sure they got everything in the picture.

There were a few guys laughing with alcoholic beverages in their hands and some girls grinding them. There was trash strewn all about the grown and a couple even making out of the ground looking very close to having sex. Not to mention the tents set up in the background.

Oh this was bad. This was really, really bad. Who would do this? Who would send this picture?

"Who sent it?" I ask in a panic.

"I don't know. I didn't know the number. I was to concerned over why you were at a party like that in the first place."

"It wasn't what it looked like. I didn't do anything." I state looking for the number that sent it to her.

When I finally come across it I gasp. Why? Why is he doing this to me? I should have known it was him. He'll stop at nothing will he?

"Are you sure mom and dad didn't get this?" I ask.

"If they did they didn't mention it to me." She replies taking back her phone. "I'm just concerned about you Farrah that's all."

She turns from me and begins to walk away before I can replay. Why is she concerned? It's not like I've done anything that bad. I've not had sex, I don't do drugs and I do my best to keep my grades up. Why is she so worried?

I just hope Heather was right and mom and dad doesn't find out about this. If they received the picture then they could show it to Brody's parent's and get him in a load of trouble. Even sent off to the awful school they threatened him with.

No...no this can't be happening.

I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed Blake's number. If he thinks this is going to make me go running back then he has another thing coming.

"Hello?" He answers.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" I yell through the phone.

"What do you mean?" He says emotionlessly.

"What I mean is the picture you sent my sister!"

His end was silent for a moment and I knew he must be thinking of a way to explain himself. Like that was going to help matters.

"I did it for your own good." He answers.

"My own good? Really? What would you know about my own good?" I snap. "Was cheating on me for my own good?"

"Oh shit." I hear him mumble but I don't give him time to reply.

"I loved you Blake. I loved you with all my heart but you crushed me. If it wouldn't have been for Brody then I probably would have never known what you did and you would have gotten away with it. And you know what the best part is. I am thankful every day that he showed me what you were really like. Do you know he has been there for me since day one? Well he has and at first I may have only been with him to get revenge but now I realize I'm better than that and I should have never stooped to your level. I like him Blake, I like him a lot and it's all thanks to you. So thank you. Thank you for opening my eyes because if you didn't I would have never found such an amazing guy. Maybe you should be taking some notes from him and learn to act like a real man."

By then end of my speech the tears were now pouring from my eyes. I hadn't even realized until this moment how I truly felt for Brody. I don't know how long I've truly felt this way but I'm glad I've finally realized it before it was to late.

"Look Farrah let me explain-"

"No. Save it for someone who cares." I reply before hanging up my phone and throwing it across the room. Luckily it landed on the couch and didn't cause any damage to it but I was so mad I hardly cared about it.

Now the next question on my mind is if I should tell Brody about my newfound feelings for him. Will it scare him off or make him happy? Does he even feel the same way for me? What if he doesn't though? If I tell him I can't take it back. It will be all out in the open. Is that something I want?

I hear the sound of my parents car pulling up outside and I start to get really nervous. Please don't know, please don't know. I chanted. They can't or this would just ruin everything. Blake will win. It can't end like this.

A few minutes later the sound of the door opening sends my heart pounding. Here it is the moment of truth.

"We're home." Mom announces stepping inside.

Once her eyes land on me she gives me a guilty look and then looks back at my dad who is bringing in the luggage. I wasn't quite sure what that meant but I had a feeling it wasn't good.

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