Stuck with the Bad Boy

Chapter 2 - An Unslay Introduction

"W-well... I don't know! Maybe..." She trails off, her stutter worsening due to her very intense nerves. "Maybe...well...I have an idea!" She smiled brightly, excited by her own idea. Margret praised herself internally for her brilliance. She grabbed the magenta coloured throw pillows off the ground.

She then proceeded to create a barrier in the middle of the bed, dividing it into two halves. "There! I'll stay on my side and you stay on your side!" She felt confident in the rules she had affirmed. Margret knew even a man would not dare to break her clearly set rules.

All the while he sat there, completely at ease, arms flexing behind his head, just watching her work with amusement and... something else that she couldn't place, she'd never seen it before, just as she'd never seen a boy her age.

Boys to her were like animals in exhibits, forever being able to watch from a distance but never close enough to observe their true nature. A true nature she's slowly beginning to realise is just as impure as her parents warned her. Bike helmets were a necessity, as the good Lord intended, and any who forsake them are forsaken as well! Did his parents never care enough to teach him?

She feels a stab of sympathy for this boy whose name she didn't even know.

"Oh, I just remembered. I don't even know your name - what a silly goose I am!" she slaps her face, hard, disappointed in her lack of etiquette which her parent had always engraved into her very being.

A deep scowl appeared on his face at her words, "Don't ever say that again. You're not a silly goose!" His deep and accented voice, almost that of a growl was as serious as when her parents told her that they were getting a divorce. Her mouth gaped open at the realisation that he was BRITISH.

"Y-you're British?!" She exclaims, shock running through her. Margret didn't think they actually existed, she figured the US government had made them up to scare the youth into compliance.

"You've asked me two questions now, darling. I'll do you a favour and answer them both, 'cause I'm feeling generous. My name is Jared, Jared Jones. And yes, I am British - English, if we're being specific."

It appeared he had something else to say but held himself back from doing so when he realised Margret had not reacted to his name.

Margret on the other hand, was still trying to process this shocking realisation. It felt like she was having an existential crisis, like the ground would open up any minute and drop her into an alternate universe. Or maybe this was an alternate universe. There was no other explanation. But then, a thought occurred to her, a possibility so brilliant she could practically hear Harvard accepting her application already.

"How old are you, J-Jared?" she cursed herself for her uncontrollable stutter, no amount of speech therapy would fully get rid of it, she feared. But she had to ask this, if nothing else. Margret was so sure she was right, and had to test her theory.

He looked at her in confusion before replying "I'm 18, why? We're most likely the same age, that's why we were allowed to room together, anyway." She knew it! Britain had to only be a couple decades old, then. That explains it all perfectly, not everything in her life was a lie.

Margret felt like she should stop here, and look this up later, but she had to know from a direct source. So she asked him, "And how long has B-Britain existed? It has to be at least 18 years, right? Since you're 18. Not much longer though, since I haven't seen any genuine mention of Britain in my curriculum yet." Her face was scrunched in confusion, genuinely seeking an answer to her curiosity.

Jared's face widened in poorly hidden bafflement. "Holy fucking shit! I can't believe I just got asked that..." He seemed more amused than offended though, so Margret took it as a good sign. She nodded her head at him insistently, hinting at him to hurry the fuck up and answer her already.

"Well, while yes Britain is at least 18 years old, it's been around far longer than that... the people you're descended from are most likely British as well, as they colonised America." Margret knew this from when she was younger, but had assumed it was something like a bedtime story to scare her into sleeping tight every night.

She felt her knees buckle as shock rippled through her. "N-No... this can't be!" She wept loudly, paying no mind to the hot man before her.

All of a sudden, she's reminded of her best friends' wise words and stops herself, thinking 'this isn't very slay of me'. She took several deep breaths before going, "Let's put this behind us, our differing nationalities needn't define us - instead, if we are to share a bed, let's set some rules."

At this, Jared's left eyebrow lifts astronomically high above his eye, giving away his surprise, "Oh? What rules do you have in mind... but wait, first, what's your name, love?"

Her heart palpitates. 'Love'. He called her 'love'. She's never been called such a thing before. It causes her head to go woozy for a brief second as images of a perfect future with a rich, handsome, billionaire, kind, wealthy, loving, affluent, prosperous, minted, opulent and sweet man. Don't forget filthy, stinking rich! Not that Margret cared about those sorts of things, of course...not to mention that those sort of men don't exist. Right?

At least no respectable man, who didn't do modern dance or avoid helmet wearing.

"M-my name?" She looked at him as though he'd just asked her the meaning of life. (Which of course is to slay but you get the point). To which he just laughed, thoroughly amused by her reactions to him.

"That would be a good start, darling." At this, her face flushed bright red. Was he...flirting with her?

"My name is M-Margarine. No! I mean Margret! My name is Margret." She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked up at him, with an embarrassed and guilty expression.

How could she allow her sinful and hell-worthy desires to cloud her judgement? What would her father say? So unslay of her.

This was a disaster.

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Edit: Again, just fixing some grammatical errors and spelling 🥰