The Bad Boy's Best Friend

I woke up to someone shaking your shoulder lightly. My eyes fluttered open and sitting above you was your best friend, Ryan. He really was good looking, with messy dark brown hair, light olive skin, dark brown eyes, and high cheekbones. He wore a black shirt, a leather jacket, and dark jeans and OMG he's in your room right now! I sat up, pulling the covers closer to cover myself more.

"Chill Clary, it's just me." He said with a mischievous smile on his face.

I was blushing because I was only wearing a t-shirt and panties. Ryan always did stuff like this, like breaking into my house to try to convince me to do some crazy feat. I almost always gave in, because I was secretly in love with the idiot.