Detention With The Bad Boy

ⅩⅩⅩⅤ- Hot Brat

"I HAVE BORDERLINE personality disorder." I bit out through clenched teeth whilst pain twisted in my chest.

My eyes felt hot, stinging with unshed tears as I gaze down on the dirty floor. I know it is not only because of him knowing the ugly that I am, but also because saying those words, admitting it again to myself, is like a harsh slap in the face by my past.

—A blast from the past, or so others would put it.

But then again, admitting it to someone else or to myself, is not only a slap. It's a shattering wake up call. Life has twisted it's flowery image and showed me the ugly, disheartening reality of what I am. What I still am. And that just broke whatever faith I still had left.

"Hale," Marcus calls, the quiet intensity of his concern suprising me.

With my lips pressed in a grim line, I looked upwards, preparing to see a look of disgust or anger, but what faced me is the opposite. He pinned me with his strong green eyes, his gaze transfixed on me.

The sudden flash of his grin stopped my heart and knocked me off balance, and the sharp twinge in my belly slowly bled away.

"I don't care."

It took me a second to catch onto his words and answer."What?"

His lips twisted into a smile. "I don't care."

"You don't?" The disbelief in my tone is evidently palpable.

He laughed his boyish laugh, and my heart floated a little. "No, I don't. Do you think that I'm that shallow? You think very little of me, don't you?"

"No, but—"

"Hale, I don't give a damn about that, I want you." He says fiercly, his gaze unwavering. "And if that's you, if that comes with the package then I'll take it. I'll take whatever I can get. I like you, Hale. I feel strongly about you. No fucking disorder can change my mind about that or how I feel."

I blushed bright red, speechless. He likes me. He says he does. My heart felt as if it was a balloon, filled with new renascent hope, and it kicked on a wild beat.

But does he know what you did? My subconscious asks, her tone screams of disaproval. All the things you've done before? Honey, does he even understand what your disorder really is?

Her words made me repudiate the feeling of slight joy and hope, and the balloon is popped by a needle. My stomach dropped and the hollow in my chest re-appeared.

"You don't know me." I reiterated, my tone low and empty. "Don't know what I've been through and did."

"I know you enough to like you." He countered.

I laughed a squeezed laugh and stare at him through the haze of my tears. "Bullshit. Do you even know what borderline personality disorder is?"

He raised a censorious eyebrow, looking slightly offended. "I might look good, and I may be the quarterback, but I'm not stupid."

I sighed and pressed my palms on my face. That wasn't what I was trying to say or imply. When I did not say anything, he continued talking.

"I've read about that before. I know that the person who has it—their emotions are most times in the extremes. Am I right?"

"Yup." I answered flatly while bobbing my head up and down.  "Extreme emotions that results to extreme actions."

Marcus sighs, tired of me and my shit I assume. "Love," He says softly, before grasping my chin and lifting my head upwards so he can see me.