Breaking The Bad Boy

Three

" In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you."

Elizabeth's POV

The scratch went from the front of the car all the way to the back. I'm guessing Beatrice would rather buy me a new car than be paying for the repairs because this is HUGE.

"Are you just going to stand there or what? Come in already."

I just arrived a few minutes ago at Francisco's house and got down to inspect my scratched car.

"Woah, that scratch is huge." Francisco grins at me while he walks up to me," You must be one bad driver."

Wanting to tell him Beatrice did it but then he'll find out about the dare. I pretended I didn't hear it , rolled my eyes and walked inside his house.

The place was huge, absolutely huge. Bigger than the scratch on my car. There were almost chandeliers in every room.

I continued to follow him around the house untill we came up to a door. It's probably his room.

Francisco pushes the door open and walks in. I follow behind him and see someone sitting there and playing a video game on his four poster bed.

" Oh your back Francis." The guy looks up and faces me when I notice that its my brother, Nathan.

"Nath? That you?" I ask him.

He stares at me confusingly," Lizzy? What are you doing here? I thought Francisco said he was going to bring a hot chick over to sleep with....oh no. "

Francisco starts blushing slightly," That... that was someone else."

I know Francisco is good at a lot of things, but lying is definatly not one of his good traits.

And I thought that I'll never live to see the day that the school's badass, Francisco Adams blushes.

I shake my head and laugh a little," Okay, let's get started."

Nathan raises an eyebrow at me.

"That's..not what I meant. We have a project together." Now Im the one blushing.

He nods slowly and leaves the room. I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding in.

After ten explanations and seven drafts, Francisco was getting really frustrated at me," Oh come on. I don't attend class and I can still get a 100 on this."

That's why I never see him in Chem before.

"Well, it's getting late. I better get going." I pretend to look at my wrist and notice I wasn't wearing a watch.

"No." He says.

"What?"

"No, I want you to sleep over with me tonight and we can continue this by sunrise tomorrow."

Maybe I could make a move at him if I try," Fine, but I'll need some clothes to sleep in." I wasn't sleeping in jeans and a tank top, specially not with Francisco near me.

He gets up to his wardrobe and slides it open. It was filled with suits and plain v- neck t- shirts. I swear I have never seen this guy wearing anything else since I've known him and it's been at least a week.

He tosses me a large grey hoodie. Thank god it's comfortable and it smells like Francisco, minty apple....

The gigantic hoodie reaches from my head untill my mid thigh. I look like a frick'in beggar with an expensive hoodie or an eight year old child buying extra large in the men's area.

" You look cute in it, keep it." Francisco looks at me. Did he just insult me in a compliment?

He takes off his shirt and throws it at a large pile of dirty clothes. He had a fine chest and a six, no eight pack that looked like it was perfectly sculpted from marble and a v-line with his jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips.

"Like what you see?" Francisco smirks and chuckles. I didnt realise that I have been staring at him and not hear what he said until he was only a few inches away from my face.