The Bad Boys Baby. {RE-WRITING}

2. Should've Known Better.

2: Should've Known Better.

The memory floods in from 2 nights ago.

It's Monday afternoon and i'm nothing but exhausted. My friends and I are sitting at the circle lunch table in the middle of the lunch room talking about anything. I think I heard something about Michael Jackson be spoken? But I don't even know.

I'm too focused on Ethan sitting on the other side of the lunchroom right next to my brother at their table. I'm in a daydream of remembering what happened Friday night and I can't even put my mind around the fact that I actually had sex with him. Sex.

I had sex with Ethan Suzuki and I do not regret it even though I really should be.

I haven't told anyone yet, I'd honestly rather not. I can only imagine the amount of disappointed faces that i'd get from my fellow friends.

He insists that I go on top, and with one quick flip i'm straddling him. The way his large hands delicately explore my body, he knew exactly how to make me feel.

"M-Miya." He groans in pleasure as I quicken up my movements, my nails digging into his muscular chest with every scrape that will definitely leave a mark for a couple days.

I tilt my head back at the beautiful sensation that's currently running through my body with every movement. I felt powerful knowing that i'm making him feel this way, but at the same time I felt powerless with what he was doing to me. My mind was going everywhere in this moment that we shared and I enjoyed it.

"Miya.." He continued to say my name, softly.

"Miya..."

"Miya!"

"Miya!"

"Miya!" All the sudden i'm pinched and i'm slapping a hand away. I frown once i'm face to face with my bestfriend, Kendra.

I was in a deep daydream of what happened on Friday night with Ethan and when I thought he was yelling my name crazily, he actually wasn't. It was all 3 of my friends trying to get me out of my deep thoughts.

"You okay? You've been awfully quiet this period and didn't come to our spot this morning. Plus, Jake literally said he dances better than Michael Jackson and I thought him coming for your man would make you snap." Kendra gives me a curious look, moving a strand of hair that was sneaking it's way up to fall in front of my eyes.

I blink, coming back into the real world looking Ken directly in her big brown eyes, "Actually, no. I'm not okay. You ignored me this whole weekend, Kenny. You not once texted me! I was worried about you and Brandon because I couldn't find neither of you. And you couldn't even have the decency to text me back Friday night and for the rest of the weekend!"

Okay, I did sugarcoat my argument just a tad bit. I was worried about them for at least 30 minutes then somebody else caught my eye for the rest of the night.

"I'm sorry, something came up and my phone died," She lies to me, right in front of me and continues, "Can we talk about this later? I swear there's a good reason." She sends me a sympathetic smile.

I shrug her off, "I guess," I switch my gaze to look at Brandon and point my index finger at him as he sits across from me, "And you! Where the actual fuck were you?"