Deal With A Bad Boy /Dylan O'Brien/

Chapter 4 "I need that favor now"

I unlocked the door and want inside.

"Mom?" I called out, but there was no answer. "Mom?" I called out louder.

I stepped in the kitchen and saw a note at the fridge that said:

Katherine,

I won't be home before 9 pm.

There is food in the fridge, also left you some money so you can order something.

Love you,

mom

My mom usually had 12-hour shifts on a day, sometimes at night too. I spend most of my time alone, but I like it. It's so great to be home alone. I can do whatever I want, well almost.

I wan't really hungry so I started studying right a way.

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Doing math's homework I heard weird thumping sound against my window. At first I deiced to ignore it, turning away from the window and back to the homework. The thumping didn't stop.

Thump... Thump...Thump..Thump..Thump.ThumpThumpThump

"Oh for the love of God!" I mumbled angrily, when the thumping sound got louder, and started walking towards the window. What the hell is ti? If it's a bird then I'm gonna stab it with my pen and cook it for dinner.  So.. Please don't be a bird. Well it wasn't a bird. It was a broomstick? What the hell?

And then I saw it. The owner of the broomstick. You can guess three times who was it, but I don't think you're gonna need it. Yes it was little dipshit, who people lite to call Dylan for some reason. Why couldn't you be a bird? Next question. Why does he have a broomstick? Did he realize that he is a real with and now he's gonna fly away on a broom? Maybe the world can truly become a better place.

I opened a window. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I saw a bug, thought I might kill it," he said sarcastically. I give him my 'I'm not in a mood' look so he could continue. "What do you think? Trying to contact you so we could talk. I don't have your number so I had to use the old fashion way."

I scoffed. "Yeah 'cause in the old times men always used a broomsticks to talk to girls."

He looked at me unimpressed. "No, seriously we have to talk," he looked at me full serious mood on. Have to be honest didn't even know it was possible for him to be serious.

I gasped loudly, placing a hand on my chest. "Oh my God. Are you braking up with me."

"I'm serious," he was really annoyed by me. "I need that favor now." This can't be good. I really hoped this day will never come.

"What do you need?" I crossed my arms.

"It's longer story. Can I come in?"

"Fine," I stepped away, letting him climb through the window. It was really easy to climb through. There were places you could hold on to and that made it easier. Really who built these houses? It's like a way to teenagers to sneak into each others rooms at night. Horny bitches.

"Okay," he said once he was inside my room. "So remember you owe me big time so you can't say no."

"Okay, now I'm worried. What do you want?" I asked. What does he want me to kill someone or something? I do think I could pull off a murder. Oh, the things you can learn from movies. But I would never kill someone, just to be clear.

"I want you to be my girlfriend," he said. Ha ha, good one. He can't be serious.

I burst out of laughing, but stopped for a second when he looked serious. Why isn't he laughing? "What, you're serious?" I laughed again. "Why?" I take that back. Let me kill someone.

"I don't want you to be my real girlfriend. Just pretend to be one," he said again. Don't see how that makes it better.

"Again. Why?" I asked. Oh my God he doesn't work correctly anymore and now his embarrassed. So he wants to make sure no one talks. You understand what I mean, right?

"Well my parents were being annoying about me being with one girl only one night and when I told my friends about it they said I could never keep a girlfriend for two months. So we made a bet that I could," he explained as he leaned against the wall, next to the window. With arms crossed over his chest. 

"But they are right. You cant keep a girlfriend. And definitely not for two hole months," I said. It's Mission: Impossible and there's no Tom Cruise. My life sucks.

"I know that's why I need you to be my fake girlfriend," he said emphasizing the word 'fake'. Okay lady, I'm not stupid. I know what pretend means.

"Why can't you ask one of your sluts to do it?" I rolled my eyes.

"Because they'll be too exited and they will expect so much and after two months they'll come begging for me to take them back." What an ego? You might have a mission that is impossible but you're still no Tom Cruise, so loose the ego dude.

"Could you think any more highly of yourself?" God, have some respect towards girls. We are not.. whatever he makes us out to be. At least not all of us.

"What? It's true," he said.

"I don't owe you so big favor," I said, changing the subject.

"Yeah you do? I could tell everyone your summer adventures a year ago. Uh, and I have video of one party you where at. You remember how wild you use to get, right?" I looked down in shame. "So you do owe me so big." Damn those stupid, lonely, nerds with no girl to hook up with and their stupid video cameras.

"Still why me? I'm sure there is some girls, who would also act cool about it. You can give them popularity. Many would do anything for it?"

"They might act cool in the beginning, but I don't know what crazy things they would do in the end. Like you said some girls do anything for popularity. You hate me so after two months are over you won't be annoying problem," he nodded his head and uncrossed his arms.

"Annoying problem?" I asked bitterly. He has no respect. God I hate him.

"You know what I mean," he gonad. "We can brake up and there won't be any hard feelings or sneaky plans to get back at me." Oh honey, there will be always be sneaky plans to get back at you. It's just they are not perfect or completed or legal.

"Let me think about it. I'll tell you tomorrow," I told him turning my gaze away from him.

"Whats there to think about? You do realize what I have on you right?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes I do. But you do realize what I have to put myself through?" It's not that easy decision to make.

He mumbled quietly 'fine' and made his way out of the window. And I stayed in my room, thinking about his offer. What have I gotten myself into?