Love In The Rain(bad boy, good girl)

10-I owe the bad boy.

CORAS POV

The last bell signaling that school was over had just rung. I'm still in the good mood I was in since that kiss, but it's Wednesday and Zack and I still haven't talked about the kiss. I know I didn't want to at first, but he kind of acts like it never happened.

Meanwhile, deep in thought I run into Zack. "Oh sorry Zack." I say and I pick up the book that fell out of his hands when I bumped into him. "That's fine. Hey do you think you and I could talk after school?" Zack asks. "About what?" I ask kind of nervous.

"Well I was kind of thinking about Sunday. We never talked about what happened and I wanted to settle what happened between you and I." He says.

"Yeah sure, let me just get packed up and we can talk in the front of the school." I smile and he nods. I head to my locker all happy. I guess he didn't forget. Maybe I was kind of ignoring the topic too.

At that moment a thought crossed through my mind. What if he wants to end whatever we had between each other? What if 'settle things.' Means he wants me to forget that he kiss ever happened.

I slowly pack my backpack with my homework.

I make my way out by where Zack is already sitting on the steps. "Hey." We both say at the same time.

I sit next to him and I look at him straight in the eye waiting for him to talk first. "So about Sunday," he starts. I smile nervously. "What about Sunday?"

"I hade a great time. Especially at the end." He breaks eye contact and blushed. I can't help but smile from ear to ear. "I liked the end too. So is that all you wanted to tell me..." I question, hoping that he had a question to ask me. "No, actually I was wondering if we could do it again sometime." He asks.

"Sure we can totally do a day like that again." Thinking it was his way of asking me out on another date.

"Great. Practicing with you really helped me in soccer on Monday when we had a game."

Wait... Did he ask me about another practice? I thought he was asking me out on another date. I guess not.

"Yeah... Practice...that's totally what I thought you were asking me about. Bye Zack." I laugh nervously and start to walk off.

"Wait." He grabs my arm. "Is there something you wanted to talk about?" He asked eyeing me. "I kind of wanted you to... I don't know. Never mind." I try to walk away but his grip holds me in place.

"No. What's wrong." He gives me a worried look. I never thought guys like him would be so kind and want to know what's wrong. It's like he is my dream guy. Which only makes me fall for him harder. But he still doesn't know what I wanted.

"Well, I just wanted to know what we are. Like after Saturday. Are we just friends?" I look down embarrassed that I had to ask that.

"Well I was kind of hoping we could be more than that. I was going to ask you if you wanted to on our next practice date, but I guess you beat me to it." He laughs.

The words. 'Practice date.' Sound like angels singing. So I guess he was asking me out on another date. I guess I over think things too much.

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We exchanged numbers so we could text when we were free and planned our next practice date together.

Before I stop home I head over to my dear old good friend willow the tree. I look both ways before crossing the street to make sure no monster trucks hit me this time.

I climb to my usual branch and pull out a James Patterson book and begin to drift off into the wonderlands of book land.

The best thing about this spot is that since no one is around I can react to the book out loud and no one will judge me!

TYLERS POV

I am walking home from school after my detention. I hate school. Since I didn't want to get home anytime soon I decided to take a detour around town.

After a while of going down alleys and around strange neighborhoods I decide to head home. My stomach is speaking to me and it wants food.

I take a road home with no sidewalk just a road. The road looked familiar. Flowers, trees growing everywhere. I spot a willow tree.

Oh... This is the place I ran over that Cora girl. I smile at the memory of her injury to the head that made her seem a little drunk.

"NO!" a voice cries from the willow tree. I look at the willow tree closer and see a moving figure through the weeping branches. I am pretty sure it is Cora.

But why is she crying no? I walk over there and stand at the trunk of the tree.

I see Cora on a branch. Crying.

"Cora?" I whisper hoping I won't make her mad for intruding or what ever.

She screams startled and falls off the branch. I run to the other side of the branch to catch her but I didn't have enough time to turn around.

She lands on me. "Ow." Is all I can manage to get out. She gets up and she sees me on the ground. "What the heck are you doing here? He scared me almost to my death. Literally." She shouts at me. "Well at least I caught you." I roll over to face her angry face. "You didn't catch me. You broke my fall, but you did not catch me." She crosses her arms.

"I heard you crying so I was just making sure you weren't being murdered or something." I pout.

"Well I wasn't." She extended her hand to help me off the ground.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Why were you crying anyways?" I ask.

"I was reading a sad part in my book." She pouts.

"You. Ow. Ow. Cry over books? Ow." I laugh but it only hurts.

"Are you okay? Did you break something?" She asks no longer mad and now worried. "I think it's just a rib. I'll be fine." I say and wince trying not to say ow again. "We need to get you to a doctor. You look like you're not in pain." She leads me back in the direction of our street.

"I'm fine. It's just a broken rib." I say. I am in pain, but I don't want to admit it.

"Don't pretend to be all macho on me. I know you're no Mr. Tough guy. Remember the water slide?" She grins.

"Shut up." I tell her and I walk with her to my truck and we head to the hospital.

It took us like ten minutes to actually get in the car because she insisted on driving my truck. "Heck to the no. My truck. Mine. My truck. Never." I say.

She argues that I can't drive with broken bones. It's not my feet or arms. I think I'm fine. Somehow she ends up winning and I'm in the passenger side of my truck.

I have never let anyone drive my truck. Not even my parents dare to touch my truck.

When we arrive to the hospital and the doctor pokes at my ribs and clarifies that I have two broken ribs and I need to wear a bandage for a few weeks we head home and she drives again.

"Well I guess you owe me now." I say.

"What?" She asks. "You fell on me and broke my ribs. You owe me." I smile.

"No. You scared me. You made me fall off. It's your own fault." She defends herself.

"It wasn't my fault that you wondered off into the street in front of my truck." I shoot back.

She opens her mouth to fire something back, but then shuts it. When she thinks it through long enough she says "fine. I'm sorry for breaking your bones. And I hope you feel better. I will now have to owe you something. After all it is only fair." She sighs.

I grin.

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