The Bad Boy Stole My Pudding Cup

No way. It cannot be him. Carter Fields is in my kitchen. The bad boy was in my kitchen, raiding my fridge. I stepped out from behind the wall and coughed awkwardly. He turned around and let out a high pitched scream and dropped- my pudding cup! Oh, no he didn't. Someone better hold my earrings! "Give me my pudding cups!" I yelled, I swear I must have looked like a wildebeest. I advanced towards Carter Fields, umbrella at the ready. No one messes with my pudding cups. No one.

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1. The Bad Boy Stole My Puding Cup

 

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I'm in my room an its a typical Tuesday night.

I would make Taylor Swift so proud.

I was currently reading my favourite book from my favourite book series: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

I'm such a nerd.

My head was starting to pound from my current position on my bed and the loud noise from the house party next door.

Seriously, who has a party on a Tuesday?

Well, I wouldn't know because I chose not to go to them.

I laughed at my own thoughts. I never get invited to parties.

I was hanging of the side of the bed, upside down, with my brown locks touching the beige carpeting. My glasses kept slipping from my nose as I tried to concentrate on the memorized text from the book.

I held the book infront of me with both my hands, reciting the words.

''You'll stay with me?''

''Until the very end'' said James

''They won't be able to see you?'' asked Harry

''We are part of-''

I was cut of abruptly by the sounds of police sirens outside and the flashes of red and blue lights through my window. Eh, it was going to happen sooner or later.

Thump!

What the hell?

I heard a shatter coming from underneath me. Someone was in the kitchen and they just broke my mom's favourite vase. My mom who is out on a dinner night with my dad.

I shrugged my shoulders and resumed my reading.

I stopped and then thought for a moment.

There's someone in my house!

I sat up quickly and threw my reading glasses aside.

As quietly as I could, I tip-toed to my nightstand where my cell phone was supposed to be-and oh my gosh my phone is in the kitchen.

I mentally slapped myself.

''Okay, Cassie. You're ready for this. That one class of tai kwon do has to pay off for something, right?'' I whispered to myself, trying to gather up all my courage.

When I was finished internally wetting my pants, I walked towards the door and looked both ways.

The coast is clear.

Some major ninja moves were busted when I reached the bottom of the stairs.

I could hear shuffling still coming from the kitchen.

I grabbed an umbrella from the stand and held it like I was about to swing a baseball bat.

Slowly, I walked to the kitchen and peeked around the corner.

No way.

It cannot be him.

Carter Fields is in my kitchen.

The bad boy was in my kitchen, raiding my fridge.

I stepped out from behind the wall and coughed awkwardly.

He turned around and let out a high pitched scream and dropped- my pudding cup!

Oh no he didn't. Someone better hold my earrings!

''Give me my pudding cups'' I yelled, I swear I must have looked like a wild beast.

I advanced towards Carter Fields, umbrella at the ready.

No one messes with my pudding cups. No one.

He didn't move as I was coming closer. I hope he knows I'm not joking. When I got to touching distance, I started beating him senseless with my umbrella.

''Ow! What the fuck!'' he screeched from the floor. He was tucking into a fetal position while I swung at him.

''How-dare-you!'' I yelled between swings.

I abruptly stopped hitting him because my arms got tired.

''Why'd you stop?'' he asked, still on the floor.

''My arms got tired!'' I whined. He started laughing and oh wow even his laugh is sexy.

I was even thinking of forgiving him for eating my pudding cup. Oh, wait. No I wasn't.

''You took my pudding cup!'' I yelled, smacking his chest. I wouldn't admit it but-Ow! my hand! Is he made out of steel or what?! ''And what are you doing here?'' I screeched.

''Oh, um...'' he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, ''The police came next door and I needed somewhere to hide. I saw your house, ran for it, and the backdoor was unlocked.'' he said, sending me a killer smile.

I was NOT going to fall for his bad boy charm! No, Sir! ''Get the hell out of my house! And you are going to have to talk to my mom about her vase! And you WILL buy me more pudding cups!'' I yelled.

''Okay!'' he yelled, ''I think the police are gone. Can I leave now?''

''No!'' I said sternly, crossing my arms over my chest. ''Clean up that mess'' I said, pointed at the perfectly good, wasted pudding cup.

''I'm not cleaning shit.'' Carter Fields stated as he was walking towards the door. Me being the stubborn person I am, tried to trip him.

How he landed on top of me, I don't know.

From this close proximity I could see every little detail.

His brown eyes had beautiful specks of hazel. He had high cheek bones and perfect skin. His plump pink lips looked inviting. Okay, there has got to be some product somewhere.

We stared at each other for what seemed forever, slowly leaning closer and closer and closer. Just one more centimetre.

And then my mum came in and saw us.

We stood up at a speed that would send Usain Bolt crying to his mom.

''Oh. Hey, mum.'' I said fighting the blush igniting on my cheeks. '' Where's dad?'' I asked.

''He's going back to the restaurant. He forgot his phone.'' While she said all of this, she had a big smile on her face. '' Who's your friend? Is it your boyfriend?''

''No!'' I yelled at the same time Carter said ''Yes!''

Oh, dear.

''Yes, mom. He's my....boyfriend.'' I said choking on the 'boyfriend.'

My mom smiled a 1,000,000 watt smile. ''Really? Oh my gosh! You have a boyfriend! Maybe now you'll get wasted and go to parties like a normal teenager!'' she gushed.

Thanks mom. No, seriously, thanks. A lot.

I could feel Carter, beside me, stifling his laughter.

''Yeah, okay, mom. Carter has to go now.'' I said, pushing him towards the door. ''Bye, Carter!'' I said once we reached the door.

He walked outside, but turned around to face me. Carter leaned in close and whispered in my ear, ''Thanks. I owe you one.'' I involuntarily shivered and nodded.

I came back to my senses, ''Yeah, you do.'' I told him, pushing his chest. He smirked, turned around and walked away.

I shut the door behind him and leaned against it. That wasn't bad for a first encounter with the bad boy.

Or any cute boy.

''Cassie, why is my favourite vase broken?''

You have got to be kidding me.

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This story is not made by me. All credits go to Imhungryy from Watt pad, you should follow her if you have watt pad or you could make an account and follow her! Or if you want you could follow me too my username is Mrs_Wolfe :)

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