Bad Boy Can't Kiss

Chapter 4

Okay, so this is Pg-13

There is some bad language in here and some very inappropriate comments are made. (Which are really funny to me! But Im not so sure about a lot of you...)

I can assure you nothing like that happens in here.

If you know what that is.

Kay?

Enjoy

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I squint my eyes carefully at him, trying to see if he was lying to me.

Lucio never mentioned himself in a gang to me, that information would have helped me with his situation a bit more. His hate for Xavier wouldn't have been as easy to pass. He tricked me, which didn't really surprised me. Doing drugs, sleeping with anything that had legs and always picking fights with Xavier kinda made sense, in a way. He did mention how he was low on money and had to pay some people back, but now that I think about it those people could have been evil. He also fed me bullshit about his fricken problem with Xavier about him being in a gang.

"You alright?" Xavier said leaning forward so his arms rested on his lap.

"Peachy." I rubbed my arm, it had began to hurt for some reason. "He's in a gang?"

"Yes." He confirmed. "You just didn't hear it from me alright? Wouldn't want my secret to spill." He leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You're not in a gang?" I asked, my mouth had turned dry as I waited for him to answer. He moved his mouth a bit and spit out his gum that was being chewed the whole time.

"No, I don't like those things, I do things alone." He licked his lips and looked at me in the eye. That explains why you haven't kissed anyone. You do things alone. "Now why would you ever think a 'bad boy'-" He made the "" with his finger and continues to stare deeply into my black eyes. "Like me, would ever be in a gang." He said gang with so much hate I had to bite my lip so I wouldn't say something I didn't want to say.

Tell him! That's so disrespectful! Not everyone in gangs are that bad!

I bit my lip even harder, my brain may have a point, but I knew more than ninety percent of gang members are complete assholes, but my mother is the nicest person ever. Well as long as no one got her- frustrated.

"Never mind- what is he making you do." My words came out a bit to forced.

"I need to take care of some business for him." He uncrossed his arms from his chest and began to rub his hands together. "Is it cold in here or is it just me?"

Suddenly the mention of the temperature of the room made a wave of cold air hit me. Small goosebumps began to appear in my skin and I hugged myself so I wouldn't feel the cold that I didn't feel seconds ago.

"Yeah- but anyways, so you have anyone in mind? You can help picking the victim too you know?" I hugged myself a bit tighter when he send me a glare, that was not something nice to look at.

He could eat you, and not in the good way! Run!

"Does it look like I want to volunteer someone? If I want I could easily go and make a girl fall in love with me, I don't want to kiss anyone, if you didn't hear me already I told you I have philematophobia." Anger was running through his veins, it was noticeable. He dragged his chair closer to mine and it had to make a horrendous sound, just like when a person runs their nails down a chalkboard. "Do you understand? I need someone to just kiss me out of no where, I don't even want to know that the person I'll be talking to is going to kiss me because then, oh!" He let out a forced laugh. In a swift motion my knees were touching his and his face was inches away from mine. His laughing stopped immediately after that and he had a killers look written all over his face.