Tomboy Meet Bad Boy

Three

Or at least I tried to.

I was caught by the elbow. So I turn back around and guess who I see looking back at me.

That's right. Hunter Woods.

I mean I guess I should have known he wouldn't let me leave like that. But I was just hoping that maybe, just maybe I could.

"No, seriously. What's your name?" He asks.

"It's none of yo—" I try telling him off before my brother interrupts.

"Hey, Mags I got—" he stops talking as soon as he sees douchebag in front, who by the way still has my elbow. "Is there a problem here sis?" He asks flickering his gaze off of Hunter for just a sec to look at me but immediately turns back to Hunter.

I rip my elbow out of his grasp and look at my brother and say, "No bro. I was just leaving." With that said I turn and head to the table closest to the door and far away from Mr. Bad Boy.

I hear my brother mutter something to Hunter but I don't understand what he said but then I hear his footsteps behind me.

"I still didn't get an answer!" Hunter calls to my back.

I don't even turn around I just flick him off and say, "What does it take for you to get the hint to BACK THE HELL OFF?" I call back to him.

When we get to the table and sit down my brother bursts into laughter. I look at him like he's crazy. In between spits of laughter he managed to choke out, "You-And--But-Oh God that has to be the funniest thing I have seen!" His eyes watering now. "I bet he doesn't know what hit him! He is not used to being shot down. And by a CHICK no less! Oh god!"

"Brother, I am really concerned about you at the moment. Because I think you've gone over the edge." I say smirking at him.

"Nah, just enjoying having a crazy chick that can put down a guy like him as my sister." He says pulling me into a headlock.

"If you don't let go of me this second Brian Balke, I swear I ain't hesitate to castrate you in your sleep!" I swear at him.

He quickly lets go of me then and holds his hands up as if to say, ok, ok calm down no need for violence.

"Ok, but let's eat." And so he sits back in his chair and munches on his sandwich.

"Soooooo, what's up with you and that guy?" He asks, trying to seem casual about though I can he see is just being his usual overprotective self. So you see, seeing as I'm the only girl in the house and the youngest I am considered to them the baby of the family. I'm not trying to boast or anything but I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself bc I can pack a good punch. No, I'm not getting into fights for fun or anything but I'm just saying. I've been in my fair share of fights, but that's the way it's always been.

"Nothing, he doesn't even know me. I just ran into him when I went to get us a table." I say shrugging.

"If he doesn't know you then how do you know him?" He asks looking at me skeptically.

"Because he goes to my school, and his that typical clíche bad boy that every high school seems to have. And everybody who goes to school knows who he is and what he has done and his rep, it's just the way it is. He's someone everyone stays away from except for when the whores give him quickies. He's a douche just saying, I don't want anything to do with him. That's why I didn't give him a name." I rant off, getting frustrated.

"Ohhhh, so he's that guy." He says as if he gets it now. "I want you to stay away from him ok sis? I don't want you to come home crying cause you wanted something more than a quickie in the janitors closet but that's all he's givin you. You understand?" He says putting down his food to look at me.

"Brian, don't worry I won't get caught up in his dashing good lucks or his bad boy aurora." I say mocking those babies at school when they talk about him. "I hate him. I don't want to do anything with him."

"Good," he says picking up his food again, "Because I don't want to be the one that goes to jail for murder. And I don't want you hurt."

"Did you just admit to caring for moi?" I gasp dramatically and put a hand over my heart.

"Nooo, I was talking about the pope." He states sarcastically.

"Nice way to kill the fun you kill joy." I mumble under my breath while take a huge bite out of my sandwich.

"Oh shush. You know you love me." He says waving his hand at me as if to tell me to shut up.

"Or do I? I mean do I really love you?" I question him.

"You do cause I'm the one taking you shopping." He states proudly.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I. Hate. Shopping." I tell him, hoping to get it through his thick skull.

"Ahh, but I am the person that is about to let you go buy as many hoodies as you want." He says smirking at me knowing I love my hoodies.

"OH MY GOSH. Are you for real? Like for real REAL? You better not be pulling my leg so help me god I will murder you Brian." I almost scream at him in joy and dead seriousness.

"I'm not pulling your leg Maggie. I promise." He says full out grinning at my enthusiasm now.

"OH MY GOD THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH BRIAN! I LOVE YOU!" I shout as we get up to throw away our trash and jump on him to hug him.

"Can't-breathe-Magster-chill-please." He gasps. I jump of him real quick and grab his hand to drag him off to Aeropostale and Hollister to buy me some hoodies.

"Let's go. Come on Brian. Why must you be so slow?" I whine like a three year old.

He just laughs and let's me drag him around the stores that I wanted to go to for the next three hours.