I Owe The Badboy

8: Him and Raspberry

Dedicated to Iamyourqueen04 because she's too sweet (: Warning: irritating errors up ahead

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CHAPTER EIGHT ~ Him and Raspberry

"Are you bipolar or something?" I ask, licking my plastic spoon with strawberry yogurt.

He looked at me weirdly, "Uh, no I don't think so."

"Really, because one moment you're humiliating me, then the next you're threatening me and then now, not only did you bought me the biggest cup of yogurt but you're acting as if we're friends."

He feign hurt, he even put an effort to place his hand on his chest, "We're not friends?"

I gasped, "We are?"

"Uh, yeah." He said like I'm the one who's mentally challenged.

I mock shock, "My golly dilly dally is the bad boy asking me to be his friend?"

"Don't let it get to your head too much." He said licking his own rasberry yogurt. A flavor I told him to try only because he said he doesn't like the fruit. I'll never understand why he did what I told him to do.

"Liking your yogurt buddy?"

"Nope." He said, raising his empty cup.

I stare at him spooning the little remains of raspberry in his yogurt. I dont know why but him seeing here infront of me felt so out-of-place like he wouldn't be caught dead in here yet here he was looking undeniably handsome and adorably cute. If that was even humanely possible.

For a moment I search for him. Zyler Trayton the badass, but found none and I wonder where he is. Where he might be or what pushed him to be this way.

I have a lot of thoughts buzzing in my mind right now just waiting to be assembled to form a coherent question but everytime I form them its like they just disarrange themselves automatically. As if it would ruin the moment. Our moment.

And then I figured it out.

I wish I never get to see the Zyler before.

"Quit starring I have something to tell you."

My mouth gaped in shock as I slap his arm for the second time today, "You knew and you didn't tell me? God, that's embarassing."

"Actually I don't but you did just prove it to me sweetheart." He smirked victoriously.

"Shut up. What are you going to tell me?" I ask for a quick divert of subject.

He looked at me straight in the eye and he had this weird aura around him like what he was about to say is going to break him if I say the wrong words.

I friggin' like it.

I can't believe I'm seeing the guy who everyone fears, so vulnerable.

"Uh- do- do you- Uh... do you want to hangout tomorrow? Before the camping trip I mean." By the time he was finished he wasn't looking at my eyes anymore but in his empty cup. The tinge of pink on his ears and how his fists clenched gave me the impression that the bad boy truly is shy right now.

My mouth morphed into a huge smile, "Does that mean The Zyler Trayton is asking me on a date?"

No, I'm not a slut. I know he loves someone else, I'm just teasing the poor guy to the edge. Yep no flirting here. Flirting is right there on a couple making out and is currently on a road towards groping each other inside a yogurt place.

Yes Alex. He's not ever your type. Yuck eww disgusting to the depths of Tartarus.

But really, what he said felt like a slap of flirtyness.