My bad boy

Chapter Two

    What do I do?! I really want to talk to him but I know that it'll be wrong! He's..  Him! Okay, I'll talk to him but I won't let myself Develop feelings for him. No feelings Hailey!

     "Umm okay, can we talk here?" I ask him uneasily.

     "Well actually babe I was hoping we could talk privately." Ty says and grins at me.

     I go to get up but Emily grabs my wrist and says seriously, "You don't have to do this Hailey."

    "I want to." I reply and I instantly know it was the wrong answers because right after I say it she gives me a disapproving look, but she says nothing.

     I get up from the table and follow Ty out of the restaurant to his car. When we get to it he moves to the passenger side and opens the door, "Come on babe." he says and extends his arm to grab me.

    "When you said you wanted to talk more privately I didn't think you meant this privately. Where do you plan on taking me?" I stop, cross my arms, and just stare at him.

    "I didn't realize that you're so sassy." He says smirking at me, "But if you really must know, we're going to my house. It's that okay?" He asks sarcastically.

    I avoid eye contact, the small amount of confidence that I had is gone. "I-I guess." I stutter and get into the passenger seat off the car without another word.

    "You don't have to be shy with me." He says seriously and then shuts the car door. I stare straight ahead as he walks around to his side. I hear the door to the left of me open but I'm to nervous to look over and risk making eye contact. He sits and starts the car but I still don't look away from the tree ahead of me. "You can look at me," he says laughingly, "it actually boots my confidence."

    "As if your confidence could be any higher." I say under my breath, not expecting him to hear me.

    He laughs loudly and guickly glances at me. "Well I'll be damned!"

    "I'm sure you will be." I don't know what's coming over me, I'm never like this. I can't stop myself though, it just keeps flowing out. I expect him to at least be a little offended by my comments but instead he just laughs. "I'm sorry." I say and look down at my feet.

    "Why are you sorry? I like this you, you're actually quite fun." He laughs and with each of his words I feel myself becoming a little less shy.

    "Good because I'm not really sorry." I say and I grin at him without realizing it.

   "Ouch." He says while laughing, "well I guess you'll have to make up for all these hurtful comments in here."

    "Huh?" I ask but when I look away from him I realize we've parked and we're at his house. "Oh," I laugh, "duh." He gets out of the car and jogs over to my side too open my door. I realize what he's doing and open my door right before he can. I spit my tongue out at him and help myself out.

    "You know," He says, "as your boyfriend it's my job to do that for you."

   At this I laugh and reply, "It's going to take more than ten minutes in a car to become my boyfriend honey."

    He smiles and shrugs, "It was worth a shot."

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        Once we're inside he shows me around his house and it's amazing. It's surprisingly clean for a guy's house and I ask myself if maybe someone cleans it for him. Thinking about that brings up the question I'd completely forgotten about, "Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask him suddenly.

    "What? No of course not. Why do you ask?" He seems genuinely shocked by my question and that comforts me just the slightest bit but then I look over.

      "Well for one, there's a bra on your couch." I say but I'm not sure he hears since I'm turning around and walking towards the door. I'm so stupid, I thought that all the rumors were wrong. I thought maybe he actually wasn't such a lady killer. God! I'm so stupid!

     I open the door and walk out the door but as I go to close it he grabs my wrist. "Wait, Hailey. Please?"

     "No I knew I shouldn't have come with you. I'm not some girl whose pants you're going to get into. I'm not like that, not even for someone as attractive as you!"

    His grip loosens, "You think I'm attractive?" He smirks.

    "No! Well... Yes." I say quietly.

    He pulls me into a tight embrace and I know that I should fight against him and leave but it just feels right so I don't. Instead I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer. I wish I could say that I regret it but I don't.