The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

17 - You're Just Singing Like a Canary, Aren't You?

*Bridget's POV*

I looked at the clock beside the bed. 3:00 AM. I couldn't sleep. I looked back at the clock. 3:17 AM. I shut my eyes again, and again, I looked at the clock. 3:24 AM. I looked next to me and saw Tyler sound asleep, his mouth slightly open. 

Two weeks. That's how long I'd been holding out on breaking up with him. I couldn't do it. I was afraid of the consequences. I looked up at the ceiling and then back at Tyler. He looked innocent sleeping, but I knew innocent was never to be one of the words used to describe him. I lifted up the covers and shivered at the cold that hit me immediately. All the body heat I had built up had vanished and goosebumps formed on my arms. I got off the bed and paced the room about three times before I had a clue of what I wanted to do. I went to the closet and took out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. I pulled on the sweatpants and put on the hoodie. I took socks out of the drawer and as I was going through the drawer I saw a plastic baggie. Blunts. I instinctively grabbed it and put it in my pocket. After putting on my boots and grabbing the car keys, I walked outside and into Tyler's car. 

Fuck, it's cold, I thought. I turned on the heat and took out the plastic bag. I need this, I told myself as I took out the lighter and lit the blunt. A few minutes passed by and I was already starting to feel high. I started the engine. I instinctively drove the route all the way to his house; Ronnie's house. The huge house came into sight and I parked in front of it. I took out my phone and dialed his number. He picked up on the fourth ring. 

"Bridget?" He asked in a husky voice. I woke him up.

"Come outside," I said. 

"What? What the fuck? Bridget it's almost 4 in the morning."

"Come outside," I repeated before I hung up. I finished the blunt and stepped out of the car. I didn't feel as cold as I should've. After about five minutes of waiting in front of the door, it opened slowly. Ronnie was surprisingly wearing a shirt with pajama pants. I smirked at his attire and walked inside, pushing past him. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked. I started walking up the steps and into his room and he followed me. 

"I'm here to sleep," I said as I pulled off my boots, socks, hoodie, and sweatpants. I was left in my underwear and a loose tank top. He squinted his eyes in disbelief. 

"Sleep?" I nodded. "Alright then," he said. I laid down on his bed, on the side with the wall, and he climbed in next to me, pulling on the covers. His bed was small, and we both fit comfortably. I stared at the ceiling, and my mind was wandering back to Ronnie, who was right next to me.

He hates me. No, he can't hate me, otherwise he wouldn't have let me in. But he's just a nice person. No, he's not that nice. He still hates me because I have a criminal record. Fuck, I'm so high right now, he must know. He'll hate me more. I laughed. 

"What?" He mumbled.

"I'm everything you think I am," I chuckled. "I pushed my limits and now you think I'm like the pigs in the street, the ones back in Jersey." I felt him shift positions and he was facing me now. 

"You're not. You just got caught doing what everyone else does. I was stupid for getting mad about something that didn't even involve me, and that probably happened so long ago." 

"Let's be real, I'm the stupid one here."

"Don't say that. You're so fucking smart and you know it."

"You don't think that. You think I'm stupid for abandoning my family, and I am."

"So then why don't you go back to them?"