Stay Away From The Bad Boy.

Chapter 12.

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The cool wind was blowing through my hair and The 1975 was blasting throughout the whole car, vibrating us both in the process. "Where are we even going?" I shouted over the music.

"What?" He yelled, cupping his ear. "Where. Are. We. Even. Going?!" I created a pause in between each word. "What?!" He yelled again. I sighed and went to yell again; "Where-" 

"Calm down i heard you the first time." He gave a grin, showing a dimple on his right cheek. Oh brother. I shook my head at him and stuck out my tongue, "You'll just have to wait and see sweet-cheeks." My face flushed at his nickname that he called me, haven't heard that in a while. I leaned back on the seat and stuck my hand out the window and began to make a wave movement with it. Ryley took a sudden turn which made me snatch my hand back and bring it close to my chest protectively. "You almost made me loose my hand. To a goddamn tree!" I snapped. He laughed and slowed down.

He stopped at the top of a cliff where it over viewed the whole town, twinkling in the night. My breath hitched as i scanned through the incredible view. "This is where i like to come when i go for a night ride." He got out the car and i followed, he went to the front and sat on the hood and motioned me to sit down beside him. I jumped up carefully so i wouldn't scratch the paint. He had propped his leg up and rested his chin on his knee. I leaned back on my hands. 

"Isn't it weird? Just a week or so ago...i didn't like you and we weren't...friends. Now we are!" I broke the silence between us, "It's...weird." He chuckled and nodded his head. "It's a nice spot you found here." My awkwardness was settling in. What do you say to this so-called 'bad boy'? 
"Wanna play a game?" He asked, "That's what Jigsaw said and look what happened to those people." I commented, he laughed and it was probably the was sweetest thing i have heard. It was real. Not a smirk not fake, but real.

"I promise i won't hurt you." He looked at me, his dark eyes glistened in the natural light. I nodded my head for him to continue, "We ask each other questions, if it gets to personal, just say stop." He explained.
I scoffed, "Oh wow, so original." I raised an eyebrow but he went along with it; "What's your favourite colour?" He asked, i groaned and leaned back so my head was supported by the front window. 

"I despise that question," I began, "I like all of them...but ultimate favourite if had too would be-"
"Let me guess. Pink?" He wiggled his eyebrows, cutting me off completely. I slapped him round the head and he whined in pain.
"No you ass, it's actually black but also blue. I can't choose between the two." He gave me a 'are-you-serious?' I nodded my head and curled my lip inwards to think about a question. "This is a very important question!" I warned, "Shoot." He quickly said.

"What is...your favourite drink? Not alcoholic drink, but a drink you'd buy casually." He pretended to twitch his non-existent moustache which made me giggle. Wait...what? That sound actually came from me, i didn't know it was possible. "Well i'd have to choose...a nice cold mango iced tea." He said. "Oh my god i love that flavour!" I exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear, afraid i'd burst into flames from how much i got excited. 

He smirked and jumped of the hood of his car and went into the back, returning a minute later with two cans. "Two mango iced teas." He said and chuck me one can, which i popped open and took a sip, letting the sweetness overwhelm my taste buds. He clinked his can to mine and took a sip while he stared at the view, alright...here we go. "So why did you transform into this person? This so called bad boy." I didn't meet his eye and there was a brief silence until he took a deep breathe. "Did you just become friends with me to know my secrets or..?" He trailed off, the can squeaked as he silently squeezed it. "N-No i uh, i'm just curious?" I replied quietly. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, making it out of place. "I'll tell you when i think you're ready." He didn't make sense.