Playing With The Bad Boy

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 (Un-edited)

Chelsea's POV

Today's the day that Raiden will leave. I really don't want to go. But it's strange that I'm not really affected at all. It feels like I don't care if he leaves. What am I thinking? Sure I love him but whenever I'm with him, it doesn't feel like there are sparks and fireworks. When he touches me, there are no 'tingles' and all the things that you feel when you're in love. Do I really love him as my lover?

BUZZ BUZZ

My phone buzzed in my pocket, snapping me out from my thoughts. I whipped my phone and read the text:

From: Raiden

' Bye Chelsea, I'm gonna miss you. I love you (; '

'Bye Raiden, me too :) take care xx' i replied immediately.

I shook my head trying to forget my thoughts earlier. He'll only be there for two months so nothing to worry about. What if he'll cheat on me? No, he won't do that. But there are hot girls in London.

I went downstairs and ate my breakfast. I rushed outside when Wendy honked her car.

“Hurry!” She exclaimed.

“Calm down,”  I raised my hands in the air and smiled.

Wendy stepped on the gas pedal and drove off to school. She parked on the almost-full parking lot on our school.

“How’s Raiden?” Wendy blurted as we stalked towards the entrance.

“Good.” I responded. Honestly, I don’t really care when he said he’ll leave. What kind of girlfriend am I? Yeah, I’m just being honest.

“Did you cry?” Wendy asked knotting her eyebrows.

“Nope, why would I?” I scowled at her.

“Oh my gosh, Chelsea! You didn’t cry? Tell me the truth, do you really love him?” She whisper yelled.

“Uh, not here.” I told her as I dragged her to the janitor’s closet. I made sure that no one’s around.

“So?” Wendy waited for me to start. I inhaled deeply and started.

“I really don’t know Wendy. I don’t think I love him as my boyfriend. I think I don’t love him the way he loves me, but then what if he feels the same.” I sighed. Her eyebrows raised, telling me to continue. “I just went out with him because I thought I’ll forget about Ash.”

 She placed her hand on her forehead “Oh god, I think you should break up with him.” Wendy suggested.

“I’ll break up with him, personally or when he calls.” I pursed my lips in a tight line. Wendy nodded as she opened the closet’s door.

The bell for the first period rang. I went inside my class with Wendy. We sat on our usual seats and waited for the teacher.

I felt a hand on my waist, I snapped my head then I saw Jace, the smirking jerk.

“Hey babe,” He winked.

“Don’t call me babe.” I glared at him. He placed his chin on my shoulders, sending shivers on my spine. “Again, I do what I want, Chelsea.” He whispered in a low voice.

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered when he mentioned my name. What is wrong with me? I ate my breakfast, right?

“Keep your distance.” I shoot him a death glare. He backed off and leaned on his seat while raising his hands.

“Don’t be rude to Jacey.” He’s immitating a high-pitched voice annoyingly. Hey, that sounds familiar. I scowled at him as he chuckles.

During the whole hour, Jace keeps flirting with the girl next to me. My stomach feels so strange, the feeling that I felt when he was with Whitney. Whenever he sees me looking at them, he smirks and flirts with the girl more.