The Undercover Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Entice

Chapter Twenty Eight: Entice

"May I ask what you're doing walking around in this weather at about nine in the evening?" Jimmy enquired vigilantly. His eyes narrowed mischievously as his hand slid down the steering wheel. "Or is it classified information?" He seemed to radiate cool whereas I was the epitome of awkward.

I winked at him - well, that's what I thought it looked like. It probably looked like my eye was twitching awkwardly. I tried. He didn't make a comment. "It's a secret," was my reply. Let's move on.

The corners of his lips tugged upwards. "A secret, huh?" He raised his eyebrow whilst he eyes danced like a wildfire. "Well, this just got a whole load more interesting."

I offered him a smile in return, thankful that he wasn't pressing the matter.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I ended up in the passenger side of Jimmy Field's sports car.

Never in a million years would I have believed you if you had told me that I would be in the presence of Mr Jimmy Fields, let alone his car and on top of that making normal people conversation with him. Let me repeat: normal people conversation.

"Where are you heading?" he had asked me as soon as I clambered ungracefully into the car. I was overwhelmed by the smell of cologne, but after a few seconds of inhaling it, I began to appreciate the musky scent. A part of me felt as if I was committing a crime. I definitely did not belong in Jimmy Field's car.

Snapping back to my senses, I dug a hand into my pocket and retrieved the scrap piece of paper with Carl's address on it. I showed it to him.

He looked at me, evidently concerned. "You do realise that's on the complete other side of the city, right?"

Dammit Alex, now you've embarrassed yourself. "Oh."

"Now I really am curious to what you're doing."

I took back the paper from his hands. "It's Carl's address."

He seemed taken aback. "Bug murderer Carl? The one from our counselling sessions?"

"That's the one."

"This is getting stranger by the second, I swear."

Before Jimmy could ask why I was heading to the bug murderer's home, I rapidly told him my own address and asked him to drop me off instead. Much to my impatience, I had accepted that I would just have to get the answers about Zach tomorrow at school. I was exhausted, freezing and my clothes were wet through.

"Have you eaten?" Jimmy interrupted my thoughts. His bright eyes flitted to mine for a brief second.

"Yes." That was a complete lie; I was starving. And I was just about to get away with it too except when my own stomach betrayed me. It started rumbling loudly. "No," I admitted.

He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes. "I haven't either."

A few minutes later we were parked at a drive through McDonalds. The 24-hour sign was flickering just in front of us, causing our faces to be illuminated by the neon light. Jimmy had rolled down the driver-seat window once again to give our order to the server. This allowed the cold wind to merge with the warm air.

I glanced over to my right to see Jimmy still leaning over the window. He flashed a bright smile to our server, all white and gleaming, and ran a hand through his black tousled hair. He was only wearing a thin grey jacket (how he managed when the temperature was so cold was another matter). My eyes, as if attracted like magnets, fell on his tensed muscles showing from underneath. I stared for a couple more seconds before turning away abruptly. I realised what I was doing. No, no, no Alex. Now I remember why I had a crush on him. You're an idiot, Alex.