The Troubled Ones

Chapter 3

As my long messy hair gets in my face over and over again by the strong winds. I smile. This felt good. I loved this feeling. It was amazing.

And I thought I would die today.

My arms clutches even more around Josh's waist. He felt so warm, almost like a teddybear.

Wow Bobbi a teddybear.

As he pulls up to his house I frown wishing we can go again.

"Clumsy I know you can't resist my sexy body but we're here."

I quickly unwrapped my arms around his waist, blushing like crazy. Arrogant moron.

Getting off the motorcycle I end up tripping over a crack but was quickly pulled up by two warm hands.

No wonder why he calls me clumsy.

"Watch it clumsy you almost fell." He said with a smirk.

"Whatever." I mumbled rolling my eyes.

Wait why am I at his house?

"Um I'm gonna go home?" I said walking away from his presence.

I didn't know he lived next door to me. Oh my god have I been closing my curtains?

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder swiftly turning me around.

"Are you sure about that because I'm pretty sure your parents aren't."

I turned back around to see my mom's car.

He's right about that. If my mom and dad figured out that I was skipping class they would kill me. They want me to go to Harvard and get straight "A's" this year and basically want me to be the great good little two shoes.

"C'mon let's go to my place,my dad isn't here anyway."

"Okay."

As we walked inside the house the first picture I see is what seemed like a small Josh and his brother on the beach  laughing.

"Are you coming or what?" He snapped.

I quickly glanced up to see Josh frowning.

Idiot I'm being nosy!

"Sorry." I muttered.

I followed him into his room, and my eyes went wide.

Well for one his room looked like a tornado hit it. His room was also very black covered with Nirvana-

Wait Nirvana!

I ran up to poster admiring it.

"Nirvana fan." Josh said standing next to me.

"Of course they're amazing."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Y-yeah." I stuttered.

"What happened to your face."

No. I couldn't tell him. I barely knew this guy. I just need to think of something.

Umm.

"I t-tripped over s-someone's foot and l-landed on my f-face and it really h-hurts so I s-started c-crying."

"Oh well sorry but I don't believe you." He shrugged.

Why does he care? And how does he know?

"Look I'm fine. Y-you don't have to worry about me.I'm fine."

"And why do you care?" I added.

His face tenses up and is filled up with hurt and guilt.