Bad boy

Chapter 14

"Right for your detention you will have to copy out the Bible, From the beginning and at least fill out 2 pages"

They can't be serious, copy out the Bible,  for 3 hours, just sit here and copy from the Bible of all things. I would have rather cleaned up the school, not that I have anything against the Bible, I mean my mom and I  go to church every Sunday....well used to before Sophie went to hospital, but I want to do something productive and move around or something.

Of course I had to have detention with the most religious teacher in this school.

"May I listen to music while I write?"

"No, isn't that what got you in this mess in the first place, that and other things"

"Well yes, but..."

"No, as a matter of fact give me your phone please "

"What?!"

"Don't raise your voice young lady"

I handed over my phone. Great just great, I was planning to text Marissa or something, but no life is just laughing at me right now. Just great

By the time detention was over, I was drained physically and emotionally, my fingers pained, I felt like sleeping and I was in no mood at all to walk home, I would've texted Marissa to pick me up but now was a little late for that.
The sun was already setting and I was dragging my feet every step home, I just wanted to get home and......

Next thing I know my face hits the grass below me, are you fucking kidding me, did I just fall!?! What the Fuck!!!.
A pang of pain goes through my right foot, I look back to see and notice I have tripped over a small hole.

"Hey are you okay?"
I hear in the distance but I did not need help, I was fine.

I try stand up, but the pain becomes worse. I take one step forward and fall right back down, shit I think I twisted my ankle.

Well this day has been awesome so far, I get Marissa annoying me about tomorrow, I got 3 hours detention and now I'm lying on the ground with a twisted ankle, way to go Nicole.

"Are you okay?" The voice is very close now, and sounds very very familiar, is it.....

"Oh my God, Helen?"

Only one guy would call me Helen, that guy from the car..

"Helen is that you?"

"Bradley?"

I look up and see him in basketball shorts and a white vest that has a V-line of sweat and his hair is wet.

"I saw you fall, are you okay?"

Again I am in my time of need and he comes along, I really do need help but then again he could be some stalker that stalked me and waited for me to be at my weakest to finally catch his prey.

"No I'm okay"

"Then why are you still lying in the grass?"

Which is very itchy at the moment

"I'm......enjoying the scenery?" I say it like it's a question instead of an statement .
He looks up and laughs, his laugh is amazing and that smile is gergeous.

He looks back at me, and then at my foot where he then frowns and starts walking towards it. Oh God, is this where he drags me to his secret lair and kills me then chops up my body,  I so paranoid and I need to stop  watching  horror movies.

"Will it hurt if i touch it?" He askes

"Hell yes, just please don't touch it I think I twisted it"

"Okay I'm going to pick you up" he says as if making sure I'm okay with it.

"Please don't kill me" I blurt out before I can stop myself.

"What" he come back to look me in the eye,"I offer to help a damsel in distress, and how she chooses to thank me is by calling me a .....killer"

His eyes look like they are full of pain, his blue eyes turn a darker shade and I suddenly feel guilt crawling up in me.

"Its just..."

"No, I get it I'm just some stranger, you can't trust me right, even though I gave to a lift yesterday"

"I know but...."

"No it's okay, I will just leave"

He stands up and starts walking away. Panic, I can't be left alone here, it was becoming darker and I had no one but him.

"OKAY!, I'm sorry, please help me Bradley"

"I knew you would come to your senses" he replies, and I can see him smiling behind me. Please can I trust him.

He lifts me up gently and puts me on his back so he is giving me a piggy back ride. I hope I'm not heavy.

"So where are you taking me?" I ask

"My father doesn't live far from here, I will just take his car and drive you to the hospital"

"Why don't we just walk there?"

"Who can walk from here to the hospital?"

"I can, yesterday I was walking home from the hospital"

"And look where that got you"

I sway at his shoulder and begin to think of other topics, but then remember that he said 'my dad', are his parents divorced or something.

"Are your parents divorced?" The question, blurts out if my mouth, it's like my mouth has a mind if it's own.

"No"

"Then what did you mean your dad doesn't live far?"

"Geez your a curious one Helen"

"Sorry"

"Its okay, my parents were fighting alot so they just split up, for two weeks now, but mom tries to make him jealous by  bringing guys home, she doesn't sleep with them of course" He just smiles, oh that beautiful smile.

"Oh" I had nothing else to say, I didn't want to laugh and sound mean or say sorry and sound depressing.

"What about your parents?"
I tense up at his words, as if he notices he replies.
"If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay"

"Please, I really dont"

"That's alright"

We come to a stop, at a house, it's a small house a little smaller than mine,there's a swing under a huge tree in the front yard.
He sits me down on the swing.

"Wait here"

"Okay" the throbbing in my foot begins to build up again as he places me down, I hope he hurries up getting the car.