那个偷偷溜进我卧室窗户的男孩

那个偷偷溜进我卧室窗户的男孩(The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window)Chapter 10

Chapter 10

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” I heard Jake roar from nearby. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was bright red and he looked murderously angry.

“Jake, not so loud you’re going to make my ears bleed! What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up. But as soon as I moved, I realised what was wrong. I was still on the couch with Liam. Oh no! I jumped up quickly and looked at Liam who had his mouth hanging open, looking completely shocked. OK, I need to salvage the situation quickly. “Damn it, Liam! Yuck! Did you have your hands on me?” I cried, pretending to shudder in horror. Jake looked at me, his face still angry, but he looked slightly confused now.

“I…. er…. don’t…. what?” Liam stammered.

“What the hell were you doing with him, Amber?” Jake growled angrily, pointing at Liam who just looked confused at this point.

“I must have fallen asleep, I guess.” I frowned, shaking my head as if I was confused too.

“Fallen asleep? Well, what were you doing with him in the first place?” he asked, shooting Liam another dirty look before turning back to me. OK, come on, think! Oh I got it; he’ll have to accept this one!

“I had a bad dream, Jake,” I mumbled, looking at the floor, and pretending to be upset.

He gasped and wrapped his arms around me, instantly, putting his chin on the top of my head. “Oh shit, Amber. It’s OK,” he cooed, rocking me slightly.

“I was upset and I thought you were out here, but you weren’t. Liam comforted me, that’s all. We must have fallen asleep,” I whispered, feeling guilty that I was lying. I really wasn’t ready for him to know yet, especially after the way he was just looking at Liam.

“I’m sorry, I just thought…. well, never mind,” Jake muttered, pulling back to look at me. “You alright now?” I nodded, biting my lip to try and ease some of the guilt I felt. He looked over at Liam. “Sorry, man, I jumped to conclusions and er…. thanks for taking care of my sister.”

Liam looked really uncomfortable and glanced at me; I gave him a pleading expression, begging him with my eyes not to say anything. “Yeah, no probs.” He shrugged, rubbing a hand through his messy bed hair.

I quickly pulled out of Jake’s grasp. “I’m going to go and get changed for school. What time is it anyway?” I asked, looking around for my cellphone. Why hadn’t the freaking alarm gone off?

“It’s not even six yet, Amber. I woke up early.” Jake shrugged.

“Right, well then I’m going to go have some breakfast before I go in the shower. Er…. thanks, Liam, for last night,” I said, blushing and giving him a small smile.

“It was definitely my pleasure, Angel.” He winked at me, smiling happily.

Jake slapped him across the back of his head, making him wince. “Little sister!” he stated, rolling his eyes and stomping off towards the kitchen, leaving me and Liam in the lounge.

Once Jake had gone, Liam looked at me. “I don’t like having to lie to your brother, Angel,” he whispered, frowning.

“I know, but just a couple of weeks, please?” I begged, kissing him quickly on his lips and turning to run off in the direction of the kitchen. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him, kissing me again, before he gave me one of his beautiful smiles. I almost skipped to the kitchen because I was so happy. Jake was having toast, so I made two bowls of my favourite cereal, one for me, one for Liam. I carried them into the lounge and handed him one, before plopping down on the floor by the couch.

“Er…. thanks for this, Angel, but I don’t like coco pops,” he said, turning his nose up at the bowl.

I frowned at him, confused. He was always eating my cereal. Every day he had a bowl of coco pops. “Sure you do, you eat it every day.” I looked at him like he’d lost his mind; did he think I was stupid or something?

He laughed and shook his head. “No I don’t. I make a bowl of it every day and pretend to eat it, before you come in and snatch it off me,” he said with a sexy smile and amused eyes.

“Why the heck would you make a bowl and pretend to eat it? Do you like to piss me off?” I asked, annoyed.

“No, Angel. I like to make you breakfast,” he said simply.

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