Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 14

'Dry lighten cracks across the sky'

'Those storm clouds gather in her eyes'

'Daddy was a mean old mister.'

'Momma was an angel in the ground.'

'The weather man called for a twister, she prayed he blow it down.'

'There's not enough rain; in Oklahoma to wash the sins out of that house'

'There's not enough to wind; in Oklahoma to rip the nails out of the past!'

I belted out lyrics to Carrie Underwoods, 'Blown Away,' and danced around my house, because let's face it, we all do it when at home alone.

"SHATTER EVERY WINDOW 'TILL ITS ALL BLOWN AWAYYY!" I twirled, "EVERY BRICK EVERY BONE EVERY SLAMMED DOOR BLOWN AWAY-HEY!"

"Shatter every window till my ears explode from your horrible singing more like it." Jackson said from the door way.

"GO AWAY-heh-HEY HEY-HEY HEY-HEY-HEY-HEY-HEY-HEYYY! TILL THERES NOTHING LEFT STANDING NOTHING LEFT OF YESTERDAYYYY!" I sang as I shoved him out the door.

He chuckled, "But I'm liking the view from here."

I looked down, (still singing) I was wearing booty shorts and a sport bra with a oversized tank top.

I shrugged, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE COPPPSSSSS!" All sing to the tune of blown away. I mentally applauded myself.

He laughed, "MY POOR EARS!"

"GIVE 'EM SOME MONEY AND GET OUT OF MYYY HOUSE!" I turned the music up some more.

He muttered something inaudible from under his breath and took my IPod and turned off the song.

I scowled and pulled out my phone, and belted out the new lyrics,
"I STAY OUT TO LATE! GOT NOTHING IN MY BRAIN! AT LEAST THATS WHAT PEOPLE SAY-HEY-HEY! MM-MM! THATS WHAT PEOPLE SAY-HEY-HEY! IM DANCING ON MY OWN! I MAKE THE MOVES UP AS I-"

I pounded on his back, "DENIVIOR! LET ME DOWN!"

He smacked me in the butt, "No."

"TO HELL IM NOT!"

I wriggled out and rather painfully landed on the ground and scrambled upstairs. I slammed the door in his face and called Casey.

'Yea bebeh?'

'Casey! Come save me from the monster behind my door!' I whisper-yelled.

She laughed, 'Denivior is at your house again?'

'He interrupted my concert.'

She snorted, 'It probably sucked.'

'Well it sucks to suck. Now help me.'

'Kay, bebeh. Be there soon. Love youuu!'

'Love you too skittles.'

'Bye m&ms.'

I hung up and waited. And waited. And waited.

About and hour later I slowly creaked open my door.
"Jackson?"

He slammed me up against a wall, "How does it feel, bub?"

I suppressed a laugh, "I didn't pick you for an X-Men person."

He blinked, "nerd. Your a nerd. I'm merely your consequence."

I laughed in his face, "I have never once watched X-Men in your presence. Bub."

He snorted, "I may or may not have watched it when you were gone the other day."

My eyes widened, "YOU WERE IN MY HOUSE!"

He shrugged, "Evie wasn't home yet."

Evie? I can't help but feel my heart drop at the sound of another girls name. She must be his slut. No girlfriend.

"Evie?" I tried to sound confident, but my voice came out cracked and weak.

He shook his head furiously, "She's not my girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes, "What. It's not like I care. We are not dating. I don't have some claim over you. I don't care." I lied.

His eyes were no longer warm and humorous, but cold and stone like, his grip tightened on my arms. "Yea, What. Do. You. Care." He released me forcefully and stormed out of the house, slamming the door with such force it left marks and the house rattled.

I don't know why he made me feel like he took my heart right out of my chest and crusted it in his hands. Why, why does he have to make me feel like I'm about to kill myself? That I will melt into a puddle? He is so damn infuriating but at the same time he is so damn sexy and sweet. He's an arrogant bastard, but he's a caring friend.

I hear a car pull up and Casey ran up the stairs with Kelly on her tail. I slumped against the wall and into the floor; they can up to me and sat down next to me.

Casey stroked my arm, "M&ms? What's wrong?"

Kelly spoke softly, "We saw him storm out, and we-we know that you like him. And I-we we want to help."

I shook my head. He's the bad boy. I won't. CANT. Like him, I can't like him.

"Where's my dad?" I croak.

Kelly pulled me into a hug and Casey told me he was on another business trip.

I cried that night. Don't ask me why, but I cried. I cried when I saw Lilly Collins (the school slut) enter his house. I cried when I saw her leave two hours later in his shirt. I cried when he looked right at me and walked away. I cried when I found a house key on my doorstep that had a note attached to it saying, "I won't be needing this anymore."

That was the night that Casey and Kelly stayed with me and watched sappy movies, and the next day, was the first day in my life that I stayed at home just because the bad boy broke my heart.
He broke my fucking heart; and you wanna know the worst part?

He. Doesn't. Even. Know.