My bad boy

CHAPTER THREE

        Once we pull away from our embrace I take a few steps back and say, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be getting jealous over a boy I hardly know. We're not even together. I meant it though when I said that you're not getting in my pants. I'm not like that and you won't change that."

       He grabs my hands and says while looking into my eyes, "I'm not just trying to get in your pants." He says seriously, "I know I have a really bad reputation but it's not true. I'm not some heartless bastard who fucks girls on his free time." he seems genuinely hurt and I instantly hurt for assuming such a thing.

         "I'm sorry." I say and I mean it. I feel horrible and I need to make it up to him. "will you forgive me if I cook you lunch?" I mutter and smile shyly.

        "That depends on if you can cook or not." He smiles and i feel better knowing that he's not upset with me. I don't want a relatonship but who says i can't just be friends with him?

        "I have been told that I am an amazing cook but I suppose it depends on the person, does it not?" I ask and he smirks at me. Damn that smirk.

        "She cooks, she's smart, and she's attractive. I got the whole package didn't I sweetheart?" 

        "Actually you didn't, in case you forgot we are not together." I state bluntly but laugh at his efforts. 

        He says something under his breath but i can't hear him and i'm pretty sure he did it intentionallybut i don't say anything to him. We make our way back into his house and he picks up the bra but I still wonder what it was doing there in the first place. I know it's not my place to ask so i keep my questions to myself but deep down it bothers me. Why does it bother me? I just met this guy and it's apparent that he is used to being alone with girls while i'm nervous right now. I'm not some stuck up snob, i've hunout with guys and had my share of experiences but something about him is different. It's probaly just because I don't know him well yet, right?

        "Are you okay beautiful?" He asks pulling me out of my dream world.

        "Yeah sorry just thinking. You have a really nice house by the way." I compliment his home in hopes of pulling his attention away from how distracted I am. I do mean it though, it's clean and the colors that accent the white house are really nice. The kitchen has white walls with blue trim and each room has a different trim color. Most of his furniture is either black or tan but oddly it matches well. 

        "I'm glad you think so," He chuckles and continues with, "it's only this nice right now because a friend of mine had stayed with me for a while after her boyfriend kicked her out. She didn't have any money to pay me with so she cleaned for me." He looks like he's thinking for a quick second before he says, "She's the reason that bra must have been on the couch. It's the only reason I can think of. Besides you she's the only girl who's been to my house."

        "You don't have to explain to me, it's none of my buisness. I had no right to react the way I did." I shyly look at my feet in hopes of avoiding eye contact.

        "I know but for some reason I feel as though I should. Kinda like you deserve a explanation i guess." As he says it he lightly touches my face and looks into my eyes, but I quickly look away.

        "Well anyways what do you want for lunch?" I ask hoping to change the subject.

        "Hailey-" He starts but I cut him off.

        "Stop Ty. I know you're just trying to be nice and that you probably have good intentions but i don't have feelings for you and I hope I never do." After i say it i realize how mean it sounds.

        "You know what? Let's forget about lunch, yeah?" He says sadly, "You obviously don't want to be here." He grabs his keys and starts towards the front door. 

        "Wait I didn't mean it like that. It came out differently than I meant for it to." I say with a pleading tone of voice. I may have just met him but i'm not the kind of person who enjoys causing others pain.

        "Don't worry about it." He says and smiles but I can see through it, "Let's get you home."

        He doesn't look at me again, not even when we said goodbye. I know it's my own fault and I hate myself for letting a stupid past relationship affect who I am now. I'm stronger now and I know it but Andrew still haunts and affects me now. I need someone to come into my life and show me that they don't mind how broken I am.