Falling for the Bad Boy

Chapter 2

"Emma! It is time to wake up!" I could hear Chris banging on my bedroom door to get me out of bed. I had locked the door, knowing that he would get up bright and early in the morning like he always does, and come straight to my room to spread the sunshine of his morning energy. My brother was like an energizer bunny every morning, no matter how late he stayed up the night before. I, however, was the complete opposite.

"Come on, sleepy head! You are going to make us late for school!"

I was not a morning person at all, and the fact that my twin was, irritated me immensely.

"I am up!" I hollered back, wanting nothing more than for Chris to go away so that I could fall back to sleep. The air outside my comforter seemed so chilly and unappealing compared to the warmth I was feeling, tucked into my bed.

I could not believe that I had already been here for two days, and had spent both of them held up in my room sleeping and hiding from the world.

"Seriously Em, this is your last warning. My truck is in the shop, so my friend Kol will be giving us a ride this morning. If you are not up and ready to go by the time he shows up, then we will leave without you and you will have to walk.." Chris knew he had me there. The last thing I wanted was to have to walk all the way to the high school, which was one town over from where we lived, and end up showing up for my first day all sweaty and disgusting. I was many things, but an athlete was not one of them.

"I am up." This time I was telling the truth, and he knew it. I could hear him backing away from my bedroom door and heading towards the kitchen to brew his morning coffee. I only hoped that he would save me at least some. I did not know how I would survive the day without it.

I pulled my body upright in my bed, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into the warmth and comfort of my bed instead of having to face a bunch of strangers today. Although I have visited this town many times over the years, I never strayed away from my father's house, other than to hit up the small dinner down the street for a milkshake now and then. I had no interest in meeting teens my age when I was there, but I knew if I was going to survive the last few months of high school then, unfortunately, I would need to make friends.

I knew that I needed to hurry up and get today over with. I dreaded being the new girl, especially in a small town where everyone our age knew everyone. However, I only needed a few more credits to be able to graduate from high school, and there was no way that I was going to drop out now.

As I walked over to my closet, I could not help but dread the frustration that was trying to put an outfit together in the morning. I have never felt very coordinated or chic with any of my clothing or design decisions throughout my lifetime. If anything, my entire wardrobe screamed comfortable and practical. Which was what I loved most.

I pulled my favorite pair of jeans out of my dresser drawer. I knew that if all else failed, these jeans never would. They were form-fitting, and seemed to hug my curves in the best ways.. and although they were skinny jeans, I had owned them for so long now, that they were well worn and extremely comfortable, almost as good as if I were wearing leggings.

I then pulled a comfortable sports bra out of my drawer and slipped it on. That was another reason I always made sure to lock my bedroom door at night. I have always preferred to sleep naked, and that is the last thing I would want my brother or father to walk in on. At least when I was living with my mother, she was always too busy with her boyfriend, now husband, to be concerned about checking in on me at night. If I were a more rebellious teen, I could have gotten away with a lot over the years. However, I was often boring and would prefer to stay in and watch a good movie, then venture out to any of the crazy parties back in my hometown.

I grabbed my favorite, gray, oversized sweater from a hanger in my closet. I knew there was nothing sexy or fashionable about my gray sweater, but it was so comfy, and comfort was something I felt that I needed to get through this day. Plus, it was very overcast outside and looked as if it would start raining shortly anyway. So I figured that my sweater was a safe bet.

I ran my comb through my blonde curls, trying to tame them as much as I could, but I grabbed a scrunchy anyway, knowing that was probably where my hair would end up shortly.

As much as I loved the look of my long blonde curly hair, especially on a day when my curls cooperated and fell in the softest, perfect way. I also get irritated with my hair very easily and am quick to throw it up in a messy bun.

I was almost ready to go. As I looked in the mirror, I could feel my mind wandering to the similar complaints I had about my appearance every other time I had looked over myself. It was a good size. Fit, not in a super muscular way since I had no desire to do anything athletic, but fit in a way that I was healthy and conscious as to what I was putting in my body. However, although I was fit, I had no lack of curves. My *ss was often too big for most pants I tried on, compared to the tinyness of my waist, and my b**bs were so large, they were difficult to contain and that was why I often chose oversized clothing, to hide them.

This was as good as it was going to get today, and I guess I was okay with that.

I walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks, completely caught off guard by the godly-like man that was standing in the middle of my father's messy kitchen.

"Thanks for the coffee Chris, it hit the spot... You must be Emma?" The man looked toward me, his eyes locking with my own, and I tried to resist the urge to look down at my feet as I felt his powerful gaze was almost too much for me. He thrust his hand towards me, to give mine a welcoming shake. I stared at his open hand for a moment before I grabbed onto his massive hand with my tiny one, joining him in an awkward handshake.

"Hey Em, good morning you are finally up! Jeez, I could hear you snoring from my room. I didn't think I would ever be able to wake you." Chris teased me and I could feel my face turn beet red as my hand was still being held by this gorgeous stranger who now knows that I snore. Great.

"Yes, I am, nice to meet you ----..." I paused for a moment, realizing I had completely forgotten the name that Chris had told me this morning, who would be driving us.

"Kol, pleasure is all mine beautiful." I could feel my cheeks once again turn rosy as I basked in the sound of his extremely sexy voice. It was so deep and seductive, like something I had only heard of in my dreams. I pulled my hand away from his grasp slowly. Feeling the need to use that same hand to cover my embarrassed face, before this beautiful Kol noticed the effect he was having on me.

"Hey hey, take it easy there bud. She is my sister, remember that. My TWIN sister. See the resemblance?" Chris wrapped his arm around me as he pulled my face close to his own. However, I did not come close to his head, considering I was only five foot two inches, and my twin brother was now six feet. However, although he had always seemed so huge to me, seeing him standing next to Kol made him look short. Kol must have been at least six feet six inches and seemed to tower above Chris.

"We do not look alike, Chris.." I rolled my eyes, trying to preserve what I had left of my dignity.

I walked towards the cupboard where I knew my father kept his thermos. I grabbed the largest one that I could find and then walked over to the coffee maker to fill it. However, before I could grab the pot handle, Kol grabbed the thermos from my hands and filled it up for me. Sexy and a gentleman, what a combination...

As I watched him in complete aw, I didn't notice my brother staring at me, while I was staring at his best friend.

"Earth to Emma. Stop creeping on my friend. Are you ready to go?" I could kill Chris for calling me out on the fact that I was checking Kol out. But I knew if I acknowledged his comment at all, he would only make the situation more embarrassing for me.

I nodded and tried to steady myself as Kol turned towards me, handing me my coffee thermos with a charming smile on his face.

"Please feel free to creep on me anytime.." Kol said while giving me a wink, and I could feel the breath catch in my throat as I tried to hide the excitement that I could feel coursing through my body because of this man's actions.