Living With The Bad Boy

53) You Are What You Eat

"We HAVE to go to Central Park!" Nena yelled in the car. Poor James and the driver had to endure her orders until she finally picked a spot.

"Just choose one place and hurry up," the driver snapped, tired of her constant orders.

"Don't use that tone with my girlfriend," Chase snapped at the driver. He gave him his hardest glare and that didn't suit his flirty and annoying self.

"Then choose a place already!" he ordered. "You have five seconds before I drop you kids on the road."

"I didn't even do anything!" Liam protested.

"Didn't you just hear me say Central Park?" Nena pointed out. The driver loudly groaned and I enjoyed watching this. Quickly driving to the park, he ordered us to get out and said that he's picking us up in two hours.

"Someone's grumpy," Nena said in a sing-song voice.

"You were torturing the poor guy," Liam snorted. "I'm surprised he didn't explode yet."

"He probably did," Marcie snorted. "Poor Mr. Ryder, he has to deal with that guy."

"OH MY GOD!" Nena shrieked, jumping up and down. "LOOK AT THOSE ROCKS!" Okay...

"Wanna jump off the rocks?" Luke asked. Then he looked down at my cast. "Sorry, bad question."

"Yeah," I slowly said. "Help me climb up those rocks."

"You could always sit on the ground," he offered. I sent him a blank look. "Fine, if you break any more of your legs, it's not on me."

"Nothing's going to happen," I rolled my eyes.

"It's better to be safe than sorry," he shrugged.

"You fell down the stairs before," I reminded him.

"I was ten," he argued. "I'm a lot older and wiser now."

"I don't know about the latter," I teased, trying to hoist myself up onto the rock. I really have no arm muscle.

"I could say the same about you," he shot back, not bothering to help me up. I have an amazing brother.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sam worriedly asked. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and flung me onto the rock with one swift movement.

"I was trying to climb the rock," I said. "This has a really nice view."

"You're so stupid sometimes," he shook his head. The others climbed up the rocks and sat down next to us.

"What now?" Chase asked, propping his chin on his elbows. "I'm bored and there's nothing to do."

"Then go twerk in front of random strangers," Luke snorted, obviously kidding. Chase took it a little too seriously and hopped off the rock, jogging to a random couple and a baby sitting on the rock. Oh no.

"I'm dating an idiot," Nena muttered, chewing her nails off. He shook their hands and gave them a devilish grin, then started to badly shake his hips. Oh no. The mother immediately covered their baby's eyes and the father covered the mother's eyes, yelling at Chase. I felt two pairs of hands covering my eyes too.

"You're not allowed to see that," Luke said.

"I'm friends with that," Sam muttered. I heard the yelling stop and assumed that Chase stopped. Peeling their hands off my eyes, I saw Chase hopping on top of the rocks.

"Anything else I can do?" he panted. "Boy, that was hard work. I don't get how strippers do it."

"You can sit your ass down," Nena hissed, pulling his ear. "Look, people are staring at us."