"Naomi."

I heard the faint voice calling my name. But I was still half-asleep and I wanted to find the other half. So I pretty much just ignored the voice.

"Naomi."

"Go away," I half-begged half-grumbled, though my voice must have been muffled from the pillow.

"Naomi."

I stirred in my sleep. I snuggled deeper into the blankets, held the pillow tighter. I'm not waking up without a fight. But someone started to shake me, trying to wake me up.

"No," I mumbled.

"Naomi." The voice coaxed.

"Let me sleep," I begged, flipping on my other side.

"I have many ways to wake you up." The voice simply stated, though there was a threat somewhere in there. "I can pour freezing water on you. Play extremely loud annoying music. Or I can just give you a smack on the lips." I knew from this that this must be Jordan.

"I'd like none of the above, please." I replied.

"We have food."

My eyes snapped open. I immediately sat up from the bed. I had to blink a few times, my eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room. I looked up to Jordan who was wearing a chirpy look on his face. I looked at him expectantly, my smile widening.

Jordan chuckled. "That's one effective way to wake someone up." 

"How long was I-" I stopped to yawn, then I continued "-asleep?"

He paused for a moment, probably doing the math, which is surprising given he can actually do math. Then he replied, "Like two hours."

I raised an eyebrow. "It took you guys two hours to get some food?"

"No," Jordan said. "We had some errands to do before we picked up the food."

I eyed him suspiciously. "What kind of errands?"

He smiled, "Some boring ones you wouldn't care," he said with a small shrug, avoiding my question. I knew I should have done better. This was Jordan Wallace I was dealing with, the master of lying, pranking, and procrastination. 

I didn't say anything. He ignored my sudden mood change and smiled at me. He clapped his hands together then put them on his hips.

"Well," he said. "Let's get you to the dining room." 

"Okay," I said, I stretched a bit before removing the blanket off of me. "I'll just get up..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jordan said, making me stop short. "What do you think you're doing?"

I looked at him with a questioning look on my face. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting up from the bed. Exhibit A," I said, motioning to myself and the bed.

He laughed, then stopped and looked at me seriously. "No, really. What are you're doing? You're still hurt. I can't possibly let you walk in your condition."

"Then what are you going to..." My eyes drifted to what was waiting for me at the end of the bed.

"No," I said. "No, no, no. I am not  going to get on-"

"It's only a wheelchair, Naomi," Jordan assured. "Just go with it."

"No, I am not going to go with it," I said, glaring at him. "I am not going to get on that wheelchair, even if it kills me."

Jordan wore a mischievous smile, showing me dimples on his face. "Challenge accepted."

Against my will, Jordan lifted me off of the bed and plopped me into the wheelchair. But it wasn't as easy as it sounds. I struggled, I screamed, I punched, and gave him a good kick right in the groin. 

He whimpered. "You just hurt Jordan junior."

Jordan crumpled to the floor onto his knees. After groaning for several minutes as he rolled around the floor, he wasn't going to let me off that easily. I tried crawling away from the bed. But my body still hurt from the beating Ray and his goons gave me. So it was struggle itself trying to scramble away from Jordan's reach. I grabbed pillows and started chucking at his face. But each one I threw at him, he either blocked them or threw it right back at me. Then I grabbed the end of the blanket and threw it at him. The whole blanket covered him, temporarily blinding him and giving me an advantage. I lunge at him, having him topple backwards on to the ground. I hugged him for dear life, locking his arms to his sides too keep the blanket around him.

And just as he was about to scream mercy, Declan and Bennett burst into the room.

Declan came in with his fist ready to punch anyone. "What the-"

"I heard screams." Bennett said, his eyes looking frantically around the room. This was the first time I ever saw Bennett like this. "What's happening?" He looked at the scene with utter confusion, the both of them wearing the same dumbfounded look.

Jordan stopped struggling as I slightly let go of hugging him. The both of them blankly stared at the situation. I, Naomi Lorraine, straddling Jordan Wallace who looked like a fail of a ghost with his white bed sheet. I looked like I was on the verge solving the mystery and unmasking the villain in the ghost costume.

I gulped. "Ruh-roh."

"Are we interrupting something?" Declan asked hesitantly, who was still trying to figure this whole situation out. 

Bennett didn't say anything. His mind was still processing what is happening. He stared at us, unblinking.

"Get me out of here!" Jordan's muffled scream said from under the blanket.

"Did she- did she actually did that? To you?" Bennett asked Jordan.

There was a pause before Jordan sighed. "Yes, yes she did."

Declan burst out laughing but I ignored that. I looked at the two of them standing before me with a straight face.

"I am not going to sit in that wheelchair," I stated.

As if that was going to make much of a difference.

-

I glared at the three idiots as I chewed on my pizza. It was quite difficult doing this since my hands and feet were tied together with two belts. The three of them stared right back at me as I ate my pizza. Jordan was eating his pizza with some cold soda can between his legs. Declan was eating his pizza with a tissue plugged up his nose to stop the bleeding. And Bennett was eating his pizza with a cold soda can held against a bruise that was forming under his cheek. There was an awkward silence between the four of us. Only the sound of chewing filled the silence.

"So," Jordan asked, pausing to drink the soda he was using as an ice pack then placing it back, "how's your pizza?"

"It's okay." Bennett replied.

"Me too," Declan muttered.

I grunted in response.

Jordan tried again. "Tastes pretty good huh?"

"It's okay," Bennett replied, taking a sip of his drink before placing it to his cheek.

"Me too," Declan said again.

I grunted in response.

He tried one more time. "How are your Naomi-inflicted injuries?"

"It's okay," Bennett said. 

"Me too," Declan grumbled, taking another bite of pizza.

I grunted in response.

The four of us stared at one another until smiles began to form on our lips. 

"I still can't believe you were able to do that to Jordan!" Declan exclaimed, raising his arms up.

"Did you see how I flipped Bennett over the wheelchair?" I asked them, feeling pride in my achievement.

"Yeah, I did," Bennett muttered, but was still smiling. "Actually, I felt it."

"Or how you actually gave Declan a nosebleed with two pillows?" Jordan asked. "Two pillows. Yes, I said it. You actually gave him a nosebleed with two fluffy pillows."

"Don't remind me," Declan said, rubbing his nose as he remembered that.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"We know one thing for sure," Jordan said, "This girl can take of herself."

I shrugged innocently, "I'm just really resourceful."

"Aw, look at her," Jordan cooed, pinching my cheek. "Trying to be all modest to cover up the fact she's a baddie."

I swatted his hand away. "I do what I can. I've watched my share of action movies and shows to get a hang of it."

Declan snorted. "A hang of what? Fighting?"

"Yes, fighting," I said. "What else would I mean?"

"No offense Naomi, but you're the last person I know who'll know anything about fighting-"

I opened my mouth to interject, but he cut me to it. 

"Not educationally," he corrected, "I mean physically."

Jordan coughed. "Says the guy who got a bloody nose with a pillow."

"It was a lucky shot!" Declan retorted.

He laughed. "Yeah sure, what ever gets you up in the morning."

As Declan threatened to stuff Jordan's pizza down his throat, Bennett turned towards me. He studied me for a second, as if trying to determine something from me. I stopped in mid chew of my pizza as he stared at me.

"Maybe she should learn how to fight." Bennett concluded, looking at the other two.

Declan stopped short from almost shoving an entire pizza down Jordan's throat. Jordan stopped laughing as he did this.

"What?"

Bennett gave them a look. "She's going to have to learn to defend herself properly sooner or later. Right you guys?"

Declan and Jordan shared a look before they nodded. 

"Yeah, he does have a point."

"If that's what's best..."

I laughed. "So what, you're going to teach me how to fight right now?"

"Well not right now," Bennett said. "Just until you feel better-" I grumbled something under my breath "- but when you do, we could show you a few things."

All three of them wore the same matching grins and looked at me. I couldn't help but smile back at them.

"I'd better get better soon then," I said, taking another bite of my pizza with difficult since my hands were still bound.

"And what better way to do that than watching a movie?" Jordan said, grinning ear to ear, which seemed a bit disturbing since he was still in an awkward position where Declan was still trying to shove a pizza down his throat.

Declan shrugged, "I'm up for it," he said, then went back to doing just that.

Bennett smiled, ignoring the murder scene that's happening beside us. "I have Netflix-" he said, as he turned on the TV "-Naomi, you should choose what to watch."

I feigned a gasp. "Why, I'll be honored."

It was a flat plasma screen TV that was held up the wall opposite of us. I was still stuck in a wheelchair as the guys sat next to each other in. It was nice wheelchair, but the couch looked more comfortable. Declan noticed my longing stares at the couch and bit back a grin. He got up and scooped me off the wheelchair bridal-style in his arms. I couldn't help but have my cheeks flush. No one has ever did this for me. Well, except my dad when I was little, so let me rephrase it. No one other than my dad has ever did this for me. He placed me between Jordan and him, then sat back down. 

I was about to pick up the remote when I remembered I still had a belt tied around my wrists and legs. I cleared my throat, having all of the guys look at me. I motioned to the belts, giving them a glare that would have made Declan proud. Declan and Jordan untied the belts from me. I massaged my wrists, glad that the belts were off.

"So," Jordan said. "What are we going to watch?"

"How about some action?" Declan asked.

Bennett shook his head. "No, let's try some mystery or even fantasy."

"Or a comedy," Jordan offered. "I prefer comedies."

"Nuh-uh-uh," I sang, wagging my finger in front of them. "I'm deciding what to watch."

"It's probably going to be some stupid chick-flick," Jordan grumbled under his breath.

I held out my hand to Declan. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and handed it to me. I used it to whack Jordan behind his head. 

"No, I am not going to watch some stupid chick-flick," I said. "I want to watch a nice classic animation movie."

Bennett seemed to be interested by this. "And what would that be?"

I smiled back at him. "Peter Pan."

All of the smiles the boys were wearing dropped faster than those roller coaster drops in amusement parks. I bit back a smile when I said this. I'm not going to just forget what I overheard when the guys thought I was conked out from that sleep medicine they gave me. The Lost Boys are something to them, and I intend to find it. So what I'm going to do is watch the original Lost Boys in none other than the classic movie version of J.M Barrie's book, Peter Pan: The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up.

Jordan was the first one who covered up the frown he was wearing moments before.

"You sure you want to watch a boring movie like that?" He asked me, letting out a chuckle. "How about Bambi? Or Aladdin? Or even Finding Nemo which is about a single dad who's wife has been murdered by a cold-blooded killer and is left with his handicapped son. Then the son got kidnapped and he goes to find his son with a mentally ill woman."

I looked at him with wide eyes. "You just ruined my childhood."

He patted my shoulder. "It's time to see what the world really is my innocent Naomi."

I shooked my head. I know what he was doing. He was trying to change my mind on the movie. Maybe to watch Finding Nemo to see if everything he said is true. And later beat him up for ruining both my childhood and the movie for me.

"As much as I want to see the movie you just cruelly described to me, I much rather watch Peter Pan."

Bennett eyed me uncertainly as he ate his pizza. "You sure? I mean, there are hundreds of other movies we can watch."

"And when he means hundreds, he means hundreds," Jordan said as he popped the last of his pizza into his mouth.

"Yeah," Declan agreed, taking a sip of his drink. "Why watch that?"

I smiled innocently at them. "Well one, I have a huge crush on Peter Pan since I was little. And second of all, I want to see the Lost Boys."

All three of them choked on the food and drink. Jordan hit his chest a couple of times with his fist. Bennett looked away, trying to chew his food properly. And Declan almost spit out his soda, but started coughing, saying it went down the wrong pipe. I was startled at first, feeling a bit worried for them. But I covered it up and smiled at them once more. 

Declan got a hold of himself again. "D-did you just say the Lost Boys?" He choked out.

"W-why would you like the Lost Boys?" Jordan demanded. "I thought we raised you better than that!"

I feigned innocence and confusion. "What are you talking about? They've been my favorite part of the movie ever since I was little. I love the characters and their cute costumes. Once I dressed as the fox Lost Boy, Slightly, the fox, for Halloween." 

Bennett cleared his throat. "And that's all you like about them?"

"Yeah," then I paused before I added, "Plus, they're pretty cute."

They all started choking all over again. I did my best to hold back an eye roll.

"Are you guys alright? Do you guys have something against the Lost Boys? If you do, I hate to break it to you but they are my favorite characters of the whole movie."

Okay that was a lie. Peter Pan is and will always be my favorite character of the movie. But I have my reasons.

"So you should at least tell me why you don't like the Lost Boys. Is it their fights with each other? Their animal outfits? Their history of how they became the Lost Boys?"

I unconsciously inched closer, edging them on. They couldn't possible avoid this. They made it too obvious, that they don't like the Lost Boys. And I caught them by surprise. They have to tell me who are the Lost Boys. The guys shared a look with each other. Jordan was too speechless to say anything. Declan was on the verge of freaking out. But Bennett was the only one of the three who seemed the most calmest. My smile instantly dropped, no, he's going to ruin everything. 

"Oh, do you mean the Lost Boys in the movie?" He asked innocently. "We thought you meant the the other movie, The Lost Boys."

No, no, no. That's not what I meant. You're ruining everything. You can't say that. But I couldn't tell him that. I couldn't let them know that I eavesdropped them when they thought I was asleep. They'll hate me for sure. So I had no choice but to play along.

"The Lost Boys?" I asked trying to sound interested. "I never heard of it."

"That's the point," Jordan said, catching on to what Bennett was getting at. "We were surprised because we thought you meant the movie, The Lost Boys."

I very much wanted to point out that I obviously didn't mean the movie I never heard of, but Peter Pan's Lost Boys. But I knew what they were doing. They were trying to hide the fact how obvious they made it look they didn't like the innocent Lost Boys.

"It was a great film," Jordan continued. "Hilarious horror vampire movie made in 1987. Forget Twilight, this was the vampire movie that should represent all vampire movies."

Now I was getting interested. "Vampire movies?"

"Yeah, it's about these two brothers who move to California and fight a gang of vampires," Bennett explained.

"If you like the movie so much, why did you guys looked so surprised when I started mentioning the Lost Boys?" I asked them suspiciously.

Declan shrugged. "We never saw you as the type to watch that kind of movie."

My ears reddened. "So just because I'm a girl, I can't watch a little horror movie about vampires?"

Declan looked surprised. "N-no, that's not what I-"

I ignored him and glared at the screen. "Well I'm going to prove you wrong." I grabbed the remote and changed the movie to The Lost Boys.

But just as I was going to press play, I stopped. This is exactly what they wanted me to do all along. Change the movie, change the conversation, avoid my question. I clenched my hands into fists, tying to hide my anger. I'm not going to let them get away with this. But I still can't let them know that I know either. I took a deep breath and played the movie.

I knew the guys were smiling at each other. Probably giving each other high fives as my eyes stayed trained to the screen. This was not according to plan. But I'll find another chance to ask them about it. I grabbed a pizza on the coffee table, then I sat crossed legged on the couch. It was then I realized what I just got myself into. I was about watching a horror movie. I never watched a horror movie before. My parents were against it, and I was too scared to watch it myself. My anger started to fade and got replaced by fear. 

"Hey," I asked the guys. "I just wanted to ask, nothing serious, just curious is all, is this movie scary by any chance?" 

Bennett shrugged. "Well it's a bit of a comedy..."

"But there are some pop ups, really good effects too." Declan said.

Jordan looked at me. "Why are- Naomi, are you actually scared?" An amused smile began to form on his lips.

"No!" I denied too quickly, then I looked back at the screen, the movie was just starting. 

"Aw, don't worry, Jordan's going to protect you."

"Yeah, like I'm suppose to be relieve that the person who's "supposed" to protect me calls himself third person makes me feel any better," I said before taking a bite of my pizza.

"Fine," Jordan said, crossing his arms. "I was thinking of changing to movie to something more friendly for your sake. But if you think you're so brave, let's watch it."

I bit my lip. I shouldn't have retorted like that, I could have taken Jordan's offer. But it's too late now, I'm going to survive through it.

It was already the first few minutes of the movie. It pretty old, a "classic" Jordan calls it. But I kind of like the movie. There were some laughs, but no pop ups so far. I just have to get ready for a pop up before I embarrass myself in front of the-

"AHHH!" I screamed, almost jumping off my seat.

This guy came out of no where. I was not expecting that at all. The three of them burst out laughing, making me blush crimson. 

"Aw, poor Naomi," Jordan said.

"Shut up," I muttered. "That just took me by surprise, okay?"

"Sure, sure," he said. "But just in case, let me protect you."

I glared at him, but he just replied with a wink. Jordan placed his left arm around my shoulders. I automatically tensed at the sudden contact. I looked down at my lap, trying to hide the blush that was forming in my cheeks. I looked back at Jordan who was ignoring me and was watching the movie again. I was going to go back to watching it too, but I for some reason flicked my eyes towards Jordan's hand.

There was a band-aid around Jordan's pinkie finger. A simple band-aid covering his finger just below the knuckle. I couldn't help but stare at it. How come I never noticed this before? Did he always had this? Automatically, I looked at the Declan's and Bennett's hands. Delcan didn't have anything on either of his hands. But Bennett had a ring around his right index finger. I looked back at Jordan's hand, trying to determine what was going on. Jordan tore his eyes from the screen and his eyes widened when he saw what was happening. He quickly pulled his arm off my shoulder, then tried to hide his hand from me.

"What is that?" I asked, referring to his pinkie. "How come you have a band-aid around you pinkie?"

Declan and Bennett immediately stopped watching the movie as soon as I said that. All three of them were wearing the same look as if they were caught doing something red-handed.

Jordan nervously chuckled. "Well you see, I got a nasty scar a couple years back. It never really faded, and I got really tired of the stares it got. So I usually wear a band-aid over it to cover it up."

"Can I see it?" I asked, feeling a bit curious.

"What? No, of course you can't!" He suddenly realized how harsh he sounded when he saw the reaction on my face. He then covered it up with his usual smile. "It's a bit embarrassing, that's why I covered it up."

"Oh," I said, obviously sounding disappointed.

All three of them let out a sigh of relief.

"How about we go back to watching the movie?" Declan suggested, already looking back at the screen.

I automatically rested my head on Jordan's shoulder. He smiled and put his arm back around my shoulder. Then he looked a the other two and said in stage-whisper.

"See? She likes me the best." He said as he waggled his eyebrows.

"Shut up or I'm going to punch you." I calmly stated as I stared at the screen.

"Feisty," he muttered with a smile, then stopped talking altogether.

I turned back to the movie. There was another pop up, but it didn't scare me. My mind was still thinking about Jordan's and Bennett's fingers. Jordan's reason seemed somewhat believable. But why did I not believe it? And why did Bennett also have something covering up his finger, but not Declan? The questions raced into my mind. I never knew that being friends with these guys would have so many secrets that lead to questions, but no answers.

My eyes began to feel very heavy, drooping dangerously low. It was a great movie, and I didn't want to fall asleep right at the middle of it. Maybe the sleep medicine's affects were still with me. Either that or I'm just really sleepy. A yawn escaped my mouth until I closed my eyes entirely. 

-

I woke up to the sound of train like snores. My eyes shot open and I looked around my surroundings. I was still on the couch with the guys. The movie, The Lost Boys, have finished and went back to the main screen of Netflix. I was feeling a bit disappointed that I missed the rest of the movie. Then there was another snore than caused my ears to ring. I looked at its source which was none other than Jordan. I looked at the other guys and noticed they were fast asleep too. They must have fallen asleep during the movie along with me. Suddenly I realized this was my chance. I can see what was under Jordan's band-aid, if it really was a scar or something else.

I looked at Jordan who was in deep sleep. His tousled dirty blond hair hung over his closed eyes. I couldn't help but smile. He looked so innocent as he slept, not including his snoring, after the whole day of mischievous grins like Mona Lisa's smile that held a secret. His head was leaning against the back of the couch, his mouth opened wide. I could easily pop something into his mouth like a basketball hoop, but held against it. But maybe if I found a marker somewhere... 

I shook the temptation away. Hesitantly, I lifted my finger and poked his cheek. He replied with a snort, but was still asleep. I slowly lifted his arm of off my shoulder and placed it on his lap. Then picking up his pinkie finger, I slowly unwrapped the bandage around his finger. It refused to budge at first, but reluctantly it gave in and pulled apart. I unwrapped the band-aid once then twice until it began to reveal some skin. I bit back an excited squeal and revealed what was hiding under the band-aid.

I frowned. He lied. There was no scar. No scar anywhere around his finger. Instead, in the inside of his finger, there was something else entirely. It was a tattoo. But no tattoo I ever saw before in movies or read in books. Instead it was a fancy letter M with a two at the top right corner of it. As if the tattoo was M to the second power. I never really saw Jordan as the math type, so I guessed that wasn't it. But what really got me was why did Jordan lie to me? Why would he hide the fact he had a tattoo which obviously must have something to do with him being in a gang? And do the others have a tattoo, too? I was careful to put the band-aid around his finger, so he wouldn't know what I did.

I decided to look at Bennett's hand next. He was at the other side of Jordan. I was about to lean across of Jordan, when Jordan suddenly hugged me in his sleep, the force knocking me backwards. Now I was leaning against to Declan instead.

"Well then," I muttered.

I guess I'll see if Declan has a tattoo instead. I looked at Jordan who was smiling in his sleep, snuggling his face against my shoulder. He was probably thinking I was a huge teddy bear or something. I struggled under his strong grip until I finally managed to loosen his grip and took my arms out. As soon as I was free, Jordan snuggled even closer. I shoved his face away with my hand, having him fall next to Bennett.

Then I looked at Declan who was as asleep as Jordan and Bennett. He snored just as loud as Jordan, but Jordan won the competition by a landslide. Declan's calm face was a nice change from his angry looks and glares he gives people. His legs were propped up on top of the coffee table. I looked down at his hands. There was nothing on any of his hands, and no tattoos on his fingers. I was about to give up when I noticed something. On his right middle finger, just below the knuckle right between his index and middle finger, the skin was slightly lighter than the rest of his hand. It was resting on top of the couch's arm rest.

I leaned close and studied it when I notice that it looked powdery even. I held back a gasp when I realize that he was wearing make-up. He covered make-up on top of his tattoo. I picked up his hand, but suddenly he stirred in his sleep. I instantly froze when this happened. My mind began to fill with excuses why I was going this. But then he went back to sleep, resting his head to his side. I let out a shaky breath and slightly pried his fingers apart. I licked my thumb and rubbed the make-up off his finger. And just like I thought would be, there was a tattoo covered under the powder. It looked exactly like Jordan's only the M was to the third power with a three at the top right corner of the letter. I didn't know how to cover up his tattoo again since I don't have any make-up with me. So I decided to leave it alone, maybe the make-up just rubbed off on its own.

Another M, this has to do something with the fact that they're the Three Musketeers. I looked at Bennett. Only one way to find out if this was really a group thing after all. I managed to get off my seat and crawl over Jordan who was fast asleep. I looked at Bennett who was still asleep too. His closed eyes were covered with his black bangs. Out of the three of them, he was the one who snored the quietest, but still snored. I was about to look for the tattoo when I saw something glinted under his hair. My hand cautiously swept his hair behind his ear. He had diamond studded ear piercings. That took me by surprise, but he seemed a bit cute with them. Then another thing took me by surprised, his eyes moved under his eyelids.

I instantly dropped me head on his lap and started to snore softly. With slitted eyes, I watched as Bennett's blue eyes shot open. He let out a yawn and stretched his arms out. He looked to his right, seeing his friends fast asleep. Then he looked down in surprise to see my head on his lap. My breathing slowed down a bit, praying that he was thinking I was asleep. Instead he smiled a bit. He lifted his right hand and started to stroke my hair, making my ears starting to turn red. 

Then he whispered something. "Naomi, don't trust the Lost Boys."

Bennett yawned once more before closing his eyes and going back to sleep. His hand started to slow down as his fingers ran through my hair until it went to a complete stop. I waited for a few more minutes until I heard his snores resume was when I let out a sigh of relief.

I slowly took his hand off my head and lifted my head up. His ring which was on his index finger was on his right hand. I grabbed his hand and slightly slipped the ring down his finger, but not all the way to remove it. And there is was, the same tattoo as the rest of them. Only it didn't have the exponents two or three, but instead it was the number one. There was no such thing as a number to the first power. I dropped the hand, letting it fall on his lap.

The tattoos must mean they're Musketeer numbers one, two, and three. This must be used to represent that thye are part of the gang. This was the Three Musketeers and gang with a reputation. That must be it. But what about the Lost Boys? They must be another gang, a rival one that's for sure. But I still need to know more about them, especially because the reference is from one of my childhood movies. 

I yawned which were drowned out by the guy's snores. All of this detective work was making me sleepy again. I rested my head back on Bennett's lap and propped my legs between Jordan and Declan. I started dozing back to sleep again. I nodded off once then twice. And soon I was fast asleep once more.

But it wasn't until I was already in deep sleep did I unconciously feel someone's hand stroking my hair once more.

Hello, everyone! Here's you long awaited chapter nine! I hope you like it! It was a nice chapter to write. My favorite part was when Bennett woke up and stroked Naomi's hair. It seemed so cute!

This chapter is dedicated to the none other than Jumjojee. This awesome person by the name Hera, which is awesome because I am really into Greek mythology (Hermes and Athena are my favorite Greek gods) has been a great supporter to me. So much of a supported that Jumjojee actually made a banner for The Good Girl's Bad Boys. It's at the right with the cast members on it. It looks awesome right? I love it! Thank you so much Jumjojee!

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