Bad boy

✪ Part 8 ✪

☆Tom's POV☆

I set my phone down and relaxed my arms behind me. Her voice, man, I could kill to hear it all night. Maybe even a couple of screams here and there. "BILL! BEIIIL!"

I yelled. He never answered. Finally, he came in. "What?" He asked.

"I need help, Friday. The party." I smirked. "Tom, don't try hitting on her, please. You know she doesn't like you!"

"I disagree," I smiled. Picking up my phone and going to Kate's messages. "She doesn't hate me," I smiled again. Bill's face, the look of shock. Kate knew she liked me.

She just chooses to hide it. Bill crosses his arms. "Promise you won't hurt her?"  Bill looks at me sternly. I look back.

"Why the hell would I want to hurt her? I would never hurt her," I crossed my arms and stood up. "Fine. You can be with her," Bill rolls his eyes. I smiled.

All mine now. Bill leaves my room, leaving me to my thoughts. It was already 2am. I needed to go to sleep. But I can't.

I need her by my side. I could imagine how she feels, warm, vanilla, and cream  scent. God, she's a masterpiece. I want to devour her lips. I want her.

Should I still pretend to hate her? Or should I change for her? Fuck it, I'll just let her know she's not anybody else's. She's mine. She can trust me.

At least I think she can. She fears men sometimes, but I wonder why? Maybe cause of that Noah guy. Bill told me a few things that happened between Noah and Kate. He fucked her while she slept.

She wasn't allowed to call Bill to ask for help. She was dosed up on drugs by Noah once at school. Just because she talked to Bill and was around me. She doesn't need any more fear. She needs to realize she's out of that situation now.

She needs to wake up and accept me. Only if she wants to, but even if she didn't, I'll still find ways to make her need me. Because I need her. Now I sound crazy. I sound like the controlling one now.

I put my face into my pillow and breathed out loudly with a grunt. I rolled back over. Looking at my ceiling, thinking about Kate. I put my hand under my shorts to fix my issue. It hurt.

If only I had a damn woman to get my mind off things. I ain't calling Vivian over anymore. I completely forgot about Norah. Piss on her. She doesn't deserve my dick.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned my hand, then laid back down and fell asleep. Maybe I'd wake up to her. One day. Just one day. I hope.

☆Kate's POV☆

I woke up. It's currently 5am. I needed Tom. I needed to know what he felt like. But as soon he comes in contact with me, I brush him off.

I jumped when I heard a knock at my door. I got up and looked outside, a taxi drove off. I ran downstairs. Looking out the peephole. "BITCH LET ME IN! I HAVE TO PEEE!" Kenya yells.

I giggled. Classic Kenya. I opened the door. Kenya was dancing around because she had to pee so bad. I smiled.

"Where's your bathroom?" She winced. I pointed toward the stairs and the door next to my bedroom. "There," I smiled. She ran upstairs and into the bathroom.

Once she was done, she ran back down and jumped around my neck. Hugging me. "I missed you so much, babes!" She squealed. I hugged back.

It's now 7am. I helped Kenya move into the guest room in my house and we sat in my bedroom talking about, girl stuff obviously. Kenya wore her classic juicy couture in light pink and her headband.  She's such a diva. That's what I love about her.

"So any new men in your life?" Kenya smiled and leans towards me. "Uh, not really. Not at the moment." I smiled.

"Girl, you need a boyfriend. But not one like that shit head Noah. Oh! What about Tom!?" Kenya laughs.

I looked at her. My cheeks a flush red. How the hell did she know I like him? "Babes? What's the matter?"

Kenya pats  my head. "Him?" I asked. She just nodded. "He seems like a man for you," she smiled.

I'm so confused. She know I like Tom? Then my phone rang. Tom called. Kenya looks at me, smiling.

I smiled sarcasticly and turned around answering the phone.

Kate: What?

Tom: Morning sunshine,

Kate: This really isn't a good time, call you later?

Tom: Fine. Bye princess.

I hung up and turned around. Kenya stood smiling with her arms crossed. "I heard what he called you," she smirks. She walks closer. "Are you two dating?" She questioned.

"NO! FUCK NO!" I yelled with a smile. The thought though, ain't to bad. Tom isn't that bad. Or is he?

"Girl! Come on! Why not!?" Kenya giggled. "Because!" I giggled back.

"GIRL! You're definitely his type, don't worry. Me and Bill text sometimes! I found him on Facebook!" Kenya talked on.

I gasped. Kenya and Bill, they'd make a cute couple. But that leaves me to only have one choice. Tom. Maybe I could risk it.

I didn't want to be caught up in Tom's dealings with other women. Like some of my friends had. Poor Elerie. She got left at a coffee shop by Tom, and he blocked her after he left. He's such a red glag!

But I'm just a girl. I don't know any better. I choose those types of dudes. Obviously. I looked back at Kenya.

Who looked back at me. Smiling like someone straight from a horror movie. I hate when she does that! She makes it so creepy. I turned back around to text Tom.

Me: Wanna take me and my best friend out?

Tom: I only wanna take you, but I can.

Me: Oh wow. Only me! So nice. Well, no, Kenya is coming too!

Tom: Fine, be there in a few, later.

Me: Bye.

I turned back to Kenya. "Wanna be a third wheel?" I giggled. Kenya shrugged with a smile. I smiled back.

We got dressed. I wore some baggy jeans, a cropped 90s style t-shirt, and some Converse. I put on some lip gloss and mascara. Kenya did a whole Kesha inspired look. Damn, in like a total of 6 minutes!

I did one last fit check in the mirror and then ran downstairs. Tom's car was outside, but he wasn't in it. I felt two hands around my waist, I screamed and turned around. Tossing a punch. It was Tom.

"HOLY FUCK! DON'T SCARE ME!" I screamed. Kenya was laughing in the corner. Tom rubbed his shoulder where I punched him.

"Didn't mean to sunshine," he smirks, he walks past me and out to his car. Getting in and putting the window down. "Gonna join?" He smiles. I walked out, Kenya behind me.

I got inside his car. It smelt like, like black ice and a deep cologne. I like the smell. Really liked it. I sat down on his leather seats, up front with him.

Being a passenger princess isn't too bad. I felt something dog into my thigh. I lifted it up, and I had down on a box of condoms. I cleared my throat, Tom grabbed the box and stuck them between his seats, and smiled cheekishly. I smiled back, more in a sarcastic way.