The Bad Boy Won't Let Me Go.

I was there.

Picture of the transformed Drew Parker

Drew's POV.

"Don't you dare touch me." Nicole backed up. She's been ignoring me the whole day.

"Can we at least talk?" I pulled her back and she spun around.

"I said don't touch me!" She screamed and shut her locker.

"Nicole get back here!" I pulled her by her waist and hugged her tightly.

"You have no idea what i'm going through! My bestest friend is in hospital." She began to sob unto my chest and wet my shirt, I really don't mind.

"Do you perhaps want me to take you home?" I asked and she nodded and I pulled her and my back hit the wall, I sat down and she laid on me, still sobbing.

"Don't worry, I promise everything will be okay." I kissed her forehead. She wiped her eyes and looked at me, her eyes were blood red.

"Don't make promises you won't keep." She got up and so did I. We walked to her car and I drove to her house. Who cares that we're skipping school? We have a damn good reason. The ride to her house was dead silent. She was staring out the window, her tears were slowly running down her cheeks and she would quickly wipe them. Her face was puffy red and her hair was all over the place. I parked outside her house and she stepped out.

"Do you mind if I stay? My car is left at school so Christopher will fetch me later." I asked and she smiled.

"Do you think I'm that cruel? Of course you can come in." She unlocked the door.

She dropped her bag next to the couch and jumped unto the counter.

"Can you cook? Because I can't." She laughed.

"Yeah sure, must I make something?" I laughed and she nodded.

"Yes please, bacon, eggs and french toast." She clapped and pulled the pan out and gave me everything I needed.

"And I'll sit right here." She hopped back unto the counter. She had long white socks and Jean shorts with a huge sweater, she fixed her hair and washed her face. Is this her morning face? She looks flawless, I wouldn't mind waking up to this face every morning. Snap out of it!

"Are you okay?" She clapped in my face.

"Yes." I laughed and cracked the eggs.

"Are you making fun of the fact I can't cook?" She folded her arms and raised her eyebrow.

"Not at all." I smiled. I really just want to kiss her right now but I know she'll refuse.

Nicole's POV.

I watched him make us some food. He took the plates that were taken out and began to dish up.

"Well I hope you enjoy." We began to eat and the food was so good. I couldn't help but eat too much. And he began to laugh.

"Is it that good?" He smirked.

"It's great." I laughed and he nodded. He put the plate aside and stood right in front of me. He put his hands on the counter that I was sitting on. He crept his hands around my waist. He stepped even closer.

"I'm sorry Nicole Adams." He whispered. I closed my eyes waiting to feel his soft lips.

He crashed his lips unto mine. He pulled my thighs around his waist and lift me off the counter and carried me. The kiss never broke, his lips taste good. He walked away from the kitchen and my legs were gripping his waist tightly. He pushed me against the wall and continued to kiss me.