Breaking the Boys

Chapter 13 : Planning with the enemy

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 There's no going back from this. I cling onto the ladder as I slowly lower myself out of the window and onto the ground below; at least I'm out of my jail cell I thought to myself. But as I looked at the guy who brought the ladder my mind instantly fills with doubts and worries.

"Well aren't you going to say thank you" he said interrupting my thoughts. It took me a moment to find my thoughts.

"Um. I guess" I muttered out my palms sweaty at the thought of spending the day with him. He snorted at my response.

"That's it, that's all I get for bringing a ladder and saving your ass last night." He retorted at me in a bemused tone

"Sorry?" I muttered out dryly.

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever let's just get out of here" he said huskily before strolling up my front lawn, leaving me behind and staring in bewilderment.

"Wait! Where are we going" I yelled and tried to catch up with him.

"Nowhere far we just need to talk privately" he said as we approached a motorbike. I remembered Cole saying the exact same thing, then I remembered his smile and then I mentally face palmed at the situation in front of me. I was to jump on a motorbike with guy I'm pretty sure had drugged me. Defiantly not one of my best choices but it's too late to turn back now.

He must of noticed the worry etched on my face because of what he said next "Your scared of motorbikes babe." He swung his leg over the seat and gave me a toothy smirk. At least he thought I was scared of the bike and not him.

I shook my head at his question, "I've road one before." I gulped, uncertain about leaving my house to drive away with him. He must have thought I was lying because he laughed obnoxiously.

"Sure you have" he murmured under his breath.

 "What's that's supposed to mean", I crossed my arms in response "You really think you're the only guy who has a motorbike in this town." I said sarcastically, I flicked my hair for effect before swinging over my leg as well so I was straddling the bike. He muttered something inaudible under his breath before laughing, passing me a helmet and driving off.

I clutched my arms around his lower chest and leaned forward, normally I wouldn't want to be too close but I would much rather be hugging a guy I'm not particularly fond of that has rock solid abs than falling off.

I never allowed myself to really look at him before and yes he was attractive, in a really bad boy way, his tattoos that ran down his shoulder didn't look as scary in the light and he had a really cute boyish laugh that didn't suit him at all. But he drugged you. That thought had me considering jumping off the bike I'd try not to think of it but the thought of a needle being injected in my arm had me freezing up.