I'm a Girl Undercover in An All Boy's School novel Chapter 55

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I blinked a few times to let my eyes adjust only to come face to face with a chest. I was being held close to Caiden still, my head underneath his chin. Pulling back a small gasp almost escaped from my lips when I saw he was already awake. Why was he still holding me? It was so unlike him.

Pulling all the way back from him so we're no longer touching. I sat up looking around the room for a clock. Clearing my throat I finally spoke, "What time is it?" I asked him and he simply shrugged sitting up next to me. The blanket dropped to his waist showing off his bare chest once again.

"I'm not going to lie, I never in a million years expected to wake up in the same bed as you," I told him and he ran a hand through his hair making it even more messy. I was thankful I had the luck of almost always waking up with my hair straight and not frizzy.

"Yea, I never expected this either," he said standing up and stretching, my eyes didn't leave him. If he could always check me out then I could do the same to him.

"You aren't wearing pants," I stated. How could I have not have noticed this?

"You of all people should know I don't sleep in pants," he said a smirk slipping onto his face.

"Now let's talk about why I'm even in your room Anderson," I said with narrowed eyes as I leaned against the headboard piece, stretching my legs out.

"There isn't much to it. You were tired and fell asleep so I brought you in here. I don't allow people to sleep on my couch, it's floor or bed." He shrugged, making his way toward the bathroom that was connected to his room. He had one strange apartment.

"Yea, but you didn't even try to wake me up!" I hissed and he came out the bathroom a couple of minutes after only rolling his eyes at me.

"Get over it. I'm sure it's not the first time you slept in another man's bed." He started to make his way toward me, walking so slowly he was like a lion watching his prey.

"I'm not a slut," I replied, pulling my blonde hair all to one side to block the sunlight. The sun's rays of light were trying to say hello and peak through the window. Caiden responded with only a grunt and continued to walk slowly toward me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him and he didn't respond. He didn't stop walking till he was standing right next to me.

"What the hell?" I hissed when suddenly when I realized he was now sitting on me. "Get your fat ass off of me."

"Not until you stop being a little bitch and just thank me already," I scoffed. I had no reason to thank him.

"Looks like I'll be here for a while then," he said and I bite my lip lightly when I realized I said that out loud.

"Fine! Thank you for being a gentleman for once," I muttered quietly after five minutes of agonizing pain from his ass sitting on my legs.

"Eh good enough." He shrugged standing up. I stood up and stretched my legs. I cringed at the sickening sound of my bones cracking a little.

"You hungry?" he asked me, opening a drawer and I nodded.

"Something you should know is that I'm always hungry," I said and he didn't respond- only headed to his closet. An idea suddenly popped in my head making me head over to him with a small bounce in my step.

"Can I pick your outfit?"

"Over my dead body."

"That shouldn't be too hard to arrange. I already have the hole dug," I said keeping my face serious.

"I'm not surprised," he said and I licked my dry lips before sticking my lips out and giving him that puppy dog look. It's a look that every person has done at least once in their life.

"Fine. But only from my dresser," he said slamming his closet door closed before I could peak in there.

"So I dye my hair blond. So what? It's not a big deal."

"Why would you change your hair color? I can already tell you would look good with your normal hair color." My eyes widened when I realized I just complimented him. His ego is going to rocket to the moon now.

"It's my way of showing I'm a new person. It shows I won't go back to ever bring the person I use to be." He took a step away from me and headed upstairs. I folded my clothes up in a pile and left them sitting on Caiden's bed before I headed upstairs. A phone went flying toward me as soon as I got to the living room, putting my hands out I easily caught it. It seems basketball and baseball actually came in handy.

"Don't you dare put that facade up again," I hissed when he kept his face blank and closed up again.

"You don't know or understanding anything, Claire," he responded, his voice void of emotion. "Why don't you just go home?"

You just had to ask about the hair.

How was I supposed to know that he was going to close up?

"This is ridiculous!" I exclaimed throwing up my hands. Pointing a perfectly painted blue nail at him I said, "You told me that you would tell me another time about your past. What's a better time than now! I'm here at your apartment, it's just us two and no one is waiting on either of us."

"If you want to know so badly then I'll tell you. But don't expect some happy ending," he said, grabbing some eggs out of his fridge. He cracked a couple and added a few ingredients. I sat on a stool watching him make breakfast and waiting for him to begin.

After he was done cooking he brought over two plaits of eggs and sat one in front of me and one in front himself. Sitting on the stool across from me, he looked straight into my eyes.

"At age six on Halloween night I was kidnapped and was brought far away from home. I was abused and that tattoo on my back was something I got to hide the scars the woman gave me."

"Your captor was a woman?" He let out a dark chuckle. "Her name was Lisa and don't look so surprised. Woman aren't as innocent as they seem. Even the kindest ones have black somewhere in their heart." The name was spit from his lips as if it burned him to say her name. I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. This man was taken and abused at age six. Who could live like that?