The Party That Got My Bad Boy

Chapter 8 - The Fourth Period (part 2)

Picture : Nive

 Chapter 8 

"My real name is Nive Hanes" he answered. Okay, I needed to get the thought of kissing him out of my mind. Although the thought was all to amazing. And just as I realized I was staring, Ms. Daily said"Ms. Chambers, can you take this class to bring Mr. Hanes up to date. You can catch up on today's lesson next class."

I nodded in agreement. Then I opened up the text book and opened up my notebook. I began to explain when Nive said "wait. You were seriously going to show me work?"

"Uh...ya, what'd you think I was going to do?"

"I don't know, maybe talk a little...about something more interesting than WW1. Maybe gaze at me some more with those blue eyes of yours" Nive said slyly. I hated that his pick-up lines were working.

I sighed hard and said "...I wasn't gazing...I...I was glancing"

"Sure thing sweetheart" Nive grinned as he said it. Damn his sexy voice. Damn his sexiness. I swear he was basically 6ft tall and I was pretty damn sure he had a chiseled torso. I spent most of the class learning that we liked most of the same bands and that Nive's motorcycle was a BMW motorcycle. Now I really wanted to ride on it.

When the bell rang I was packed and ready to go. Nive passed me in the hallway and slipped something into my bag. I wonder what. I didn't check it until I was sitting in my car.

It was a piece of paper with his number paper on it. Then I saw him walking out to his black BMW motorcycle just like he said he had. He had a growd of girls around him that screamed for him as he got onto his motorcycle. Then just as he was about to slip his helmet on, he turned and looked at me...me.

He did one his already famous sly grins and winked at me. I knew what happened to face. Nice and scarlet red. He helmet on and drove off. I could see that these girls were in love with him. I put the keys in the ignition and heard my beast awaken.

I hightailed it home. I mean why should I stay school any longer than I needed to. Driving past after school traffic, glancing up at the beautiful day. When I got home Ruth was in the living room wearing a Jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up and had tied so stayed well above her navel, short Jean shorts.

She lay on the couch as if the world was ending. I walked up to her and lay down next to her. She put arm around me and we just lay there. Apparently being rich and cool or popular...doesn't change a teenage problem. We both sighed and Ruth finally said "How was school baby sis?"

"The shit hell hole"

"Anything new?"

"Um...Oh ya, there's a new guy"

"Oh la la, what's the stats" Ruth asked. Stats. Well that's what you say when you ask about a boy. The stats include whether or not he's cute, type of boy (nerd, jock, bad boy...), voice type (nerdy, husky, deep, sexy...), and lastly his social status (single, taken, pervert, gay...).

By now we were both sitting up and Ruth was eager to listen. Though I could tell she just wanted something to take her mind off of Fraido and the baby. So I said "okay. Well he's cute, definitely a bad boy, kind of deep...but definitely sexy voice, so far I think he's still single."

Ruth smiled and looked deep into my eyes as she said "go get him, honey." Wow. That was a first. She like never says that. I mean that description usually ends with her getting ready to find the guy and make him hers. But I guess she really did love Fraido.

WAIT. She loved Fraido. But it's not like she's the kind of person to say she loves a guy. He doesn't know. I said "Ruth does he know?"

"What, about the baby? Ya, I told Fraido"

"No not that! That you...love him"

"...I...I never actually told him. He said it all the time, so I never took it seriously. But on the night of the party he said like he meant it. But I...I didn't say it:.." Ruth confessed.

I jumped off the couch and started calling Fraido. I didn't like seeing my sister so depressed. She looked at me and screamed out "Don't call him!"

"Hello.." I said as Fraido answered the phone. We had a nice little chat and then i convinced him to come over. Ruth seemed both angry with me and nervous about him coming.

After about a hood twenty minutes, one our butlers Mr. Lochte guided Fraido to us in the living room. He smiled at me and gave a less than friendly look to Ruth. I'm starting to think that what Ruth told me the other day wasn't entirely true.

Maybe they broke up. Fuck I hope not. This baby deserves to have both parents in it's life. And if they plan to keep it...I hope Fraido still loves Ruth.

"Your looking very beautiful today" Fraido said to me. He may be 19 years old, but he was still one hot boy. I blushed a little and said "uh...thanks. Look Fraido, I asked you to come...so that you and Ruth could talk."

"I have nothing to say to her"

"Could you just try...for me?" I said making the best wounded puppy dog face I could. Those always worked on him. He smiled and sighed as he said "fine." I smiled and told I'd leave them alone to talk.

I ran up stairs an sat at the very top so I could listen in. At first it was all arguing and yelling. And it reminded me of the days my mother and father would fight. And just as I was beginning to believe this was a mistake...she said it.

Ruth spoke out "shut up I love you, okay!" it was silent for a little while. Then Fraido said "you do?"

"Yes I do you idiot. I just didn't know how to tell you. And you just thought I---" Ruth's voice stopped. I peeked down at them and saw Fraido and Ruth were locked in a passionate kiss.

Fuck ya, I knew Fraido still loved her. I went back to my room and felt utterly and completely good with myself. I mean I just saved a relationship. I began pulling out my books to start my math homework, when the folded paper got pulled out too.

Oh ya. It was Nive's number. I'm not calling him. I threw the paper in the trash. But then again. I'm the only one with his number right now. But wait, fuck no...this is exactly what he wants. But. But. But.

Oh fuck it. I'll just see if this number is even his. I started pressing in the numbers on my touch screen phone.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Five rings. Alright. Time to hang up..."Hello." Oh fuck he answered.