Rebeling with the bad boy

Chapter 1: why the hell not?

Opening my dark green eyes to stare at the dark sky , you can tell it's going to rain but I don't give a fuck . I'm in the middle of the park laying down on the grass trying to have some peace.
And freedom.

So yeah I guess I'll tell you my name not that it's important-wtf I'm blabbering again great. My parents named me after my dad's grandma so I never knew her. My name is blaire. I like it not a lot of people have that name. A drop of water lands on my cheek.

Rain drops start to pour down hard but I stay still and think of how fucking boring my life is because of my bossy ass parents. I'm fucking tired of their bullshit.

You probably would think damn this girl cusses a lot well yea I have a filter just not in my head I never cuss in front of people unless I want to. Actually I act a whole lot different around people. You know my parents being Multi millionaires and all. My dad owns a multi-million company for expensive cars and my mom is a very well known lawyer.

I can feel my wet clothes getting cold . I feel numb that's all I ever feel in my life. I get treated either like shit or fake people faking to be nice to me. That's why right now I'm just enjoying myself alone I guess.

When I hear footsteps coming my way . My head snaps at the direction My first thought is the police are here because well I did brake in to this private park that was closed. So the first I do is get up and start to run I don't look back because I know I'll get caught and-

" Hey! " A deep voice screams at me.
Shit. I don't know who that is so I keep running faster towards the gate, but before I reach it to climb it I'm being tackled to the ground hard and land on my head. " Holy shit! " I groan in pain and black dots start fill my vision. The last thing I hear is " Fucking great " a deep voice mutters.

I groan opening my eyes slightly because the bright sun through the window is too bright . Why do I feel like shit. Where the freak am I ? Why does my head hurt like a- I need to get out of here now. I sit up on the comfy warm bed and look at the clock on the night stand to see its 9 o'clock I find my shoes on a desk across the room I get them fast and put them on.

Without even looking at my surroundings. I go to the door I open it. Ready to run but instead I run into someone's chest and there stood the most model-like sex god I've ever seen I take a couple steps back and quickly slap myself mentally for drooling like a moron and regain myself " who are you ? And where hell am I ?! " I ask panick seeking through my voice but I don't give a shit I need to go home my parents are going to kill me.

" Calm down would you. Your at my place cause you blacked out in the park last night " He said casually which pissed me off because I don't even know him and he's acting like we're friends. As you can tell I don't really like people.

" Do not fucking tell me to calm down! My parents are going to kill me I'm so dead, and how in the world did I blacked out! Why'd you even bring me here I don't even know- " he cut me off in the middle of my rant.

" Shut up you talk too much! let's go get breakfast and I'll explain, and sorry about tackling you even though it was funny. " he snickered.

" Fine " I mumble ignoring the last thing he said because my head hurts like a bitch " hurry up though cuz I'm hungry too ".

I don't really care who he is as long as I don't get murdered ya know and get free food. We head outside to his driveway-And I'm fucked he has fricken motorcycle. " Please tell me you have a car in your garage. You expect me to get on that! " I scream in horror.

"Get the fuck on I don't care you are getting on whether you like it or not " he growls annoyed. " Make me " I say knowing I am going to regret this but I really don't want to get on. I mean I've never been on one but I know they're dangerous. I'm not scared of many things it's just that I don't want to die any time soon.

He walks over to me and throws me on to the motorcycle " Hey what the hell ? I don't wanna " I whine because I'm a drama queen.

" Fucking hell blaire just shut up and listen ! " He yells. My eyes widen with fear. Is he bipolar or something? And- wait a minute.

"H-how do you know my name ?" I said confused and creeped out. I never told him my name.

"That doesn't matter " He murmurs his face emotionless. Just like it's been the whole time.

"Why the hell not ?" I demanded. I needed to know but I'm really hungry right now I didn't get to eat dinner last night because I just needed to get out of that lonely boring big house.

I have a feeling this is going to be a long day.