What Bad Girls Want:, Chloe Knox [good romance books to read TXT] 📗

"'37 Rules for Being a Man'...what the hell is this?" I asked, glaring at the pamphlet of papers Jesse had given to me.

Jesse just shrugged, "I found them online."

"You went online and looked up 'How to be a man'?"

"No, I looked up 'Rules

to being a man'?"

I shook my head and laughed, "Oh my god, dude! I can't teach you how to use your balls if you don't have any!"

Jesse narrowed his eyes in confusion making me laugh again. He sighed and plopped down onto the couch. I sat next to him, throwing my legs over his lap. Jesse rolled his eyes, but didn't move or push my legs off...smart boy!

"Rule number one, it is okay for a man to cry under the following circumstances; when a heroic dog dies to save it's master, the moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse, after wrecking your boss' car, " I cackled, realizing that was the only time I ever saw my brother, David, cry. He was fired, "One hour, twelve minutes, and thirty-seven seconds into 'the Crying Game'. And last, but not least, when she is using her teeth." I busted out laughing, thrusting my face into the back of the couch to muffle my noise (the parents upstairs where trying to sleep, since they both work night shifts), "Never mind, you can have this. It's actually pretty funny."

Jesse again just rolled his eyes, "So...what do we do?"

I sighed, then bit my bottom lip narrowing my eyes at him, "Well...before we get down to," I said dropping my voice an octave, my interpretation of a guy's voice, "'The Rules of Being a Man', we have to fix...you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, your look!"

"What about it?"

"Are you kidding. You're like twenty-first century Urkle...but white."

"Am not!"

"Well, you might not be wearing your pants up to your moobs like him, but seriously? What's up with the khakis and oversized sweater?"

He completely ignored my question, focusing on one thing, "I DO NOT HAVE MOOBS!"

"How am I supposed to know that? How's any girl supposed to know that? You're wearing a sweater big enough to fit ten Fat Alberts."

Jesse again, kept his mouth shut; his only come-back was a role of the eyes.

I got off of Jesse and grabbed his hand, dragging him upstairs to my brother's old room before he'd moved out a few months ago. I opened the closet door and sifted through all the clothes he'd left behind. I found a simple white t-shirt and baggy jeans.

I turned, throwing the clothes at Jesse. Jesse just stood still, looking completely annoyed when the clothes hit him in the face, falling into his hands, "What am I supposed to do with these?"

"It's clothing!"

"I know that."

"Then what are you waiting for? Strip!"

"What? No!"

"Seriously, Jesse! You've got nothing I want, or haven't already, seen. Just change into the clothes, it's not like I'm telling you to take off your tightie-whities."

Jesse eyes narrowed, lips twitching into a half-smile, "Tightie-whities?"

"Will you strip already...or do you need some help?" I asked, batting my eyes with as much false innocence as I could muster. Jesse's eyes went wide, and just as I had suspected, that was all that needed to be said to motivate him.

First he tore of his khakis changing into the baggy jeans. It was extremely amusing to watch Jesse struggle to hold up the jeans while stripping out of his sweater. After a long moment of watching him clutch at the pants for dear life, I rolled my eyes and walked over to him.

"Relax. Your pants is supposed to show your underwear," I said simply, running my fingers through the loops of the jeans and yanking them from his hands to rest loosely on his upper thighs, revealing his blue and grey plaid boxers, "See?" I said, looking up at Jesse.

Jesse blushed and quickly tore his deep brown eyes away from mine...guess he's never had a girl pull on his pants before, tehe.

I stood back up and examined as Jesse quickly grabbed for the t-shirt, pulling it over his bare chest...surprisingly, he had been telling the truth. Jesse, definitely, did NOT

have man-boobs. Now, he wasn't as muscular as the football team, but he definitely

had enough to not look like a scrawny twig.

"Perfect!" I yelped extremely excited and surprised at how different a simple change of wardrobe made Jesse look...but the look doesn't make the person; it's the personality, the attitude. And Jesse is no

where close to being a bad-ass...yet!

"Just have to mess up that silly center part," I uttered to myself as I took a step forward and shoved my left hand into his full head of brown curls. I stuck my tongue out, all my concentration on his head (tehe, that sounds sooooooooooooooo wrong

)as if it were the S-A-Ts. I shook my hand, messing up his carefully parted hair, so that when I pulled my hand out of the mass of curls, he had what girls called 'sexy bed-head' hair. His hair was pointed in all directions, but didn't look disgustingly knotty and crazy like a hobo's...or pretty much anyone that never took a shower.

Jesse glared at me, frowning.

"Why do you look so glum?! You're one step-closer to becoming a man!"

Jesse flashed a fake smirk, the type that most 'bad-boys' were famous for, "Ha-ha, very funny."

"Well there's a hell of a lot more where that came from."

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Publication Date: 06-29-2012

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Dedication - to Wattpad User: RomanceRuler(can't remember the numbers, LoL)