The Good Girls Bad Boy| 7

Michelle's POV

I've been laying on the bed for the longest while. Just laying there and wincing at the memories of last night.

After the kiss Mason and I shared, he dismissed his friends - the friends I don’t have a clue as to how he made. And then we left the party because I was too drunk to stand on my feet. The last thing I remember is passing out in the back of his car.

I tilted my head sideways and stared deeply at Mason’s sleeping figure.

I remember asking him to stay with me when he placed me on the bed last night because for some reason I didn’t want to sleep alone. God, why did I ask him to stay with me!?

I let my eyes linger away from his face and onto his shoulder tattoo.

It was a tattoo of a woman, a man and a child holding each other's hands as they walk down a dark road into the sunset.

I didn’t know what the tattoo meant, why he had it, but I’m sure it means something to him.

I hesitantly raised my hand and traced it over his shoulder, then trailed it down to the butterfly tattoo sitting below his chest, and then my eyes flickered to the rose tattoo just below his armpit. The thorn branches ran all the way down to his hip, and I feared that I would tickle him.

He had a lot of tattoos for a seventeen-year-old.

I mean, his entire body was covered in them.

I retracted my hands from his hip just in time for his eyes to flicker open. I gasped, and he flashed me a smile. "Morning doll face," his voice was groggy but raspy and I squirmed at how attractive he sounded.

"Morning?"

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, a concerned look etched on his face.

As if he caught himself slipping, his features hardened, and I frowned deeply, wondering why he thought masking his concern was doing him any justice. I knew he was, even if he may try not to show it.

"I slept well, actually." I smiled in content as I pushed myself upright, my hand still in his grasp.

I had no nightmares last night, none what so ever, and I didn't even take my pills. That was either the result of alcohol or sleeping next to Mason. "Good." He smiled as he let go of my hand and rolled off the bed.

His back was towards me as he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and unlocked it. I sat there staring at him, perplexed. I wondered to myself how one guy who was such an asshole to me the first time we ever met can be so attractive right now.

"Why are you staring at me?" He suddenly asked, his brows arched upward as he stared back at me.

"Don't flatter yourself, I was staring at your tattoo, not you specifically." I huffed out. I actually was - it was a tattoo of a tree that took up his entire back. Its dark branches stretched out of his back, leaving little space to even fit another one in, and I wondered to myself if that actually hurt.

He frowned deeply and averted his gaze from me, "I better go get ready for the day." He exclaimed as he hopped off the bed and stalked into the bathroom linked to his room.

What the hell did I say that changed his entire demeanor!? I mean, did I hurt his ego or something?

I groaned as I flew my legs over the bed and hightailed out of his room and into my room down the hallway. When I made it to my room, I found myself standing in front of my mirror and I gasped when I realized I wasn’t wearing my outfit from last night.

Did that a- hole change me?

Pervert!

I shuddered at the thought of Mason seeing me half naked and washed away the feeling as I took a warm bath. When I was done, I dressed, grabbed my school necessities and found my way into the kitchen.

"Hey hun!" My mom chirped as I entered the kitchen where dad and Mason were too engrossed in a conversation to realize I entered.

"Morning mum." I chirped as I sat down onto the stool. She placed a plate of eggs and sausages with toast on a side before me and I smiled. “Hmmm, this looks great mom." Without saying another word, I dug into my breakfast and couldn't miss the brief stares from Mason as I ate.

Sometimes he even gave me what appeared to be a smile.

I’m starting to wonder if Mason is aware of how much he snaps in between moods.

"Well. . ." My father exclaimed as he hopped off the stool, “today I have a meeting with the governor so no one call me." He said as he planted a kiss against my mother's temple and tumbled out of the kitchen.

“I'm visiting your nana today, Michelle. So I'm just gonna get ready, I'll see you later?" My mother said as she removed her apron and planted a kiss on my head .

"K mom."

"See you later, Mason." She said as she exited the kitchen.

Silence fell between Mason and I and I stared at my plate in uneasiness as he flickered his eyes towards me, then suddenly smirked.

"What!?" I snapped.

"You can dance." He winked.

“Well, I've had a bit of practice so what can I say?" I shrugged nonchalantly, although I was internally screaming.

He hopped off the stool, pushed it under the island table and strolled towards me slowly.

He lowered his head to my ears and asked, “are we not going to talk about that kiss or?"

Well, that was one of the best kisses I’ve had in a long time. And it made me feel things that I didn’t want to feel. Things that I thought I’d never feel again. But was I going to tell him that? No, I wasn’t.

"About that. . ." I trailed off with a nervous chuckle.

He arched his brow as if silently telling me to proceed, and I cleared my throat.

"That was the best kiss I've ever had." I whispered. God damn you tongue! I said I wasn’t gonna tell him that. "But!" I started as I pressed my hand against his chest and pushed him back lightly.

"This cannot escalate. Look, Mason. I’ve had my fair share with guys who play girls. And you can’t say that you don’t because I saw you making out with that girl and then you still made out with me after that. Right now, I’m not looking to get hurt."

He lowered his hand to his side and ran his tongue over his lips as a chuckle escaped them. “You know, Michelle. I'm not the cliche bad boy who sleeps with every girl in town because he got his heart broken by one girl," he spat.

Yeah, maybe you're just a player who plays girls for the thrill of it.

But still. . .

“I'm sorry I just assumed–"

His humorless chuckle cut through my words and I clasped my lips shut as I stared at him in disbelief. "By assuming you're making an ass of you and me." He snapped, and I watched, flabbergasted, as his eyes darkened.

I parted my lips to reply, but once again he cut me off as he raised his hands in surrender, “you know what? It's whatever. I was gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, but you're exactly how I thought you'd be," he said.

Before I could stop him, he stormed out of the kitchen and barrelled up the stairs.

What the hell just happened?