The Bad Boy (EDITING)

The Bad Boy: 14

POV: Fiona

The next morning I rolled over and cried out in pain. I checked my arm where it hurt and it was bleeding slightly. I looked past my arm to see a single rose, with its thorns still on it. "Ryan! I need a band aid!" I yelled. "There's no need to yell." he said coming out of his bathroom. "Why do you need a bandaid?" he asked. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair. I held up my arm to show the small amount of blood from the prick. He shook his head and got me a bandaid. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd roll over on it." he laughed picking up the rise and putting it on his table. He sat next to me and flipped the cover off. I was naked and the cold hit me. "Ryan!" I shrieked and pulled it around me. He laughed and stood. I pulled off his towel quickly. He covered his parts and glared at me going to his dresser. I watched him dress in hus boxers, faded jeans and a black v-neck shirt. Once again he pulled the blanket off me and it fell to the ground. I scrambled for it but he laid on top of me. "This isn't very fun if only one of us is naked." he said.

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POV: Ryan

She struggled under me but gave up and hugged my waist. "I love you." she whispered before nibbling my ear. I sat up a little and kissed her deep. Her hands caught my hair and grabbed handfuls. She began tugging at my shirt and I pulled it off. He unbolt toned my pants as I kissed her chest. My door flew opened and she screamed as I covered her with my body. "They were here last night!" Sam yelled looking like he just woke up. "Get out!" I yelled. He looked from me to Fiona and realized she was naked. He backed out and closed the door. "Oh my god. He is so retarded!" I said punching the head board. She flinched under me and I met her scared eyes. "Sorry. Do you need something to wear for now?" I asked. She nodded and I got up. She put on her bra and underwear and put on the black dress shirt I had. She pulled on a pair of sweats that were to tight on me. "Ryan, can I ask you something?' she said while we brushed our teeth. "Of course." I smiled in the mirror.

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Just a slight authors note.

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POV: Fiona

"Do you think, um, that we will be together for a while?" I stuttered. He stopped why he was doing to turn and look at me. He smiled gently. "If I have say in it, we'll be together forever." he said. He began to rinse his mouth out under the faucet. Tears whelmed by eyes as I smiled at my feet. "Did I do something?" he asked near me quickly. "No. Why?" I asked. He wiped my cheeks with his thumbs. "Your crying." he said frowning. "Happy tears. That, what you said, was so sweet." I said rinsing my own mouth.

He laughed and pulled me out and down the stairs into the kitchen. Sam was sitting there looking scared. "What were you saying when you interrupted us?" Ryan asked laughing. Sam jumped up and bawled the collar of his shirt in his hands. "I saw their black SUV last night outside. And again this morning. She's not safe, officially!" Sam shouted starring at me. Ryan didn't move Sam's hands as he turned to look at me with a look that was horror mixed with worry and hate. "Call Cliff, Richy and Rod. Get them over here now. Then call bobby and tell him to bring the boys over here. Call my dad, explain everything. Fiona, we gotta go get your brother." Ryan said pulling Sam's hands from him and grabbing my hand. Fear filled me and I stood motionless. He turned and grabbed my face. "I would die for you, Fiona MacFall. If needed I will kill for you. You probably don't like that idea but I would go you. I will never let anyone hurt you." he whispered kindly to me as I close my eyes hard. "Your not allowed to die..." I whispered back opening my eyes Sam was on the phone with someone when we left.

Ryan looked around carefully as we ran across the street. He bolted in the house. "Shit, John! It's happening!" he yelled. John appeared. He didn't look mad. "Fuck, Ryan. Jim Carter is the worst. I can't believe your related to that rat." he growled grabbing a bag from the hall closet. "Fiona, go pack a suit case." John told me. I walked to my room. A breeze touched me as my door slammed. A hand grabbed my wrists in one and covered my mouth. "Yea yea. I got her." a man mumbled. I bit down hard on his hand and he lifted it enough for me to let out a scream. "You stupid-" he was cut over by my door flying opened ad a very pissed John and Ryan standing there. "Dean Roberts, let her go. We use to be friends, man. You knew her as a kid for god sakes!" my brother yelled. "Dean Roberts." I gasped. His hands loosened and let me go. "Dear god I've made a horrible choice." he said breaking down crying. Ryan walked over and punched him. "That was for touching her. Sorry." he said earnestly. I quickly changed and packed a bag. We all rushed to Ryan's house. Sam and six others stood inside. I recognized Bobby, Shane, and Max. But none of the other. "Shit just hit the fan." a blonde guy said looking out the window. Black SUV's pulled up everywhere.

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