I am a Good Girl

Hayden's POV

Myself and CC had now been dating for a few months now and things were pretty great.
He was everything I wanted in a boyfriend. He was funny, caring, handsome and the sex was great.
There was still no 'L' word though.
Part of me wanted to say it, but I didn't want to be the first.
It was a similar feeling with Ashley. For an amount of time I thought I loved Ashley, but we all knew that was lust. Even if it was love, I knew he didn't love me back. Every time he told me about another conquest it was just another little stab to my heart.
With CC, it was easy. He wasn't about the game, he was a genuine person, who I felt actually had feelings for me.

Now the middle of May, the warmer weather was setting in and I knew Warped Tour was approaching. The thought made me sad cause I knew he'd be gone for nearly two months.
One night, CC was over at my apartment, planning on spending the night.
As we were relaxing on my couch I got a text for my Mom.
'Hey sweetie, hope you're doing well. Just wanted to ask if you were going to come home for your sister's birthday. Would be great to see you. Don't disappoint!' The text read.
"Who's texting you, miss popular?" CC commented when I wouldn't look away from my phone.
"My Mom" I sighed.
"Is that not a good thing?" He asked, sensing my tone.
"No, no, it is. Sometimes I hate going home. My family is so perfect, it's disgusting" I explained.
"What the hell do you mean?" He asked in confusion.
"Okay, so, I'm one of three. My sister, who is the eldest, is literally miss perfect. She is the Marcia Brady to my Jan. She has always done better than me, always. At the moment she has our parents wrapped around her little finger due to have finding mister perfect" I scoffed, specking forcefully. "My brother, who is the youngest, gets away with everything! He could kill someone and my parents would still favour him!" I shouted, my voice getting louder as I went on.
"Hmm, I see the problem. You're the middle child" CC nodded.
"Precisely. I'm either looked over, or blamed. And what kind of name is Hayden?! It sounds like a boys name, doesn't it?!" I asked rhetorically. "My Mom would always tell me that people thought I was a boy cause my name was Hayden" I fumed.
"Okay, Hayds... I love your name. It suits you as a person. It's unique to you" CC said calmly, trying to diffuse me.
"You know what their names are?"
CC just stared at me, waiting.
"Olivia and Isaac. Simple! And you can correctly assume their gender!" I continued.
CC sighed, "Well just text your Mom back and say you can't make it. if it bothers you that much" he shrugged.
"Oh, but Olivia would kill me. I can't disappoint the princess" I muttered. "Actually, would you like to come with me?" I asked randomly.
CC looked shock and unsure if I was joking.
"Please, it would make it so much more bearable and plus, I get to show you off to my family" I smiled sweetly, cuddling closer to him.
CC chuckled. "I can't say no to that face. And I'm flattered that you want me to meet them" he smiled widely, showing off his square teeth.
"Well yeah. You're amazing, they are going to love you! Olivia may get jealous, but all well!" I shrugged sarcastically.
"You wouldn't be competing with your sister, now would you?" CC asked sarcastically.
"Oh God no. I know better than to upstage her" I smirked.
"So, tell me more about this family of yours. They're not like, full on religious or some shit? Can I wear whatever I want or something with no swear words on it?" He asked seriously.
"Umm. I wouldn't say religious, but respectful. So, no swear words. But honey, would a girl like me, come out of that type of family?" I giggled.
CC chuckled. "A girl as smart, beautiful, cunning and as sexy as you could come out of any family and kick Marcia Brady'a ass!" He spoke in a low seductive tone. Bringing me closer with every word, until he had pulled my on top of his body.
"You think I'm better than Marcia Brady?" I smirked.
"Abso-fucking-lutely" CC said under his breath before yanking me down and kissing me.
He kissed me with greed and want. His arms wrapped over my back, while his fingers dug in just a little.
He pulled away from my lips just for a moment.
"Hmm, this won't do" he smirk as his hands reach down to the hem of my top, only to yank it over my head.
Moving myself to let him toss it to the other side of the room, he continued to look at me in question.
CC jokingly shook his head at me. "The bra has to go to" he stated, reaching around my body to unlatch the garment. "That's much better!" He said, dropping my bra to the floor and nuzzling his face between my boobs.
"I swear to God, you date me because of my breasts" I complained.
"Or, I date your breasts because of you" he mumbled into my skin.
I laughed "Whatever you say."

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