Adopted By The Bad Boy

Why Did I Just Do That?

He took one look at her,
and he knew she was the perfect kind of trouble;
a good girl who knew exactly when to be bad.
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Harper's P.O.V
Can't believe I just let Ryan kiss me. Seriously what is wrong with me?! I wasn't me. That wasn't me. I would never let Ryan kiss me. Why did I let him kiss me? Maybe I like him? What's that one disorder well not disorder but what ever it's called Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe I have that? I mean I literally just fell for the bad boy who is also a guy who beats me up and makes my life a living hell.

Should I even go back to the football field to meet Ryan what if he hurts me? Just then Arina just came back with two trays of food. "Here you go!" She said cheerfully handing me some lunch. I stared blankly at the two tacos she got me, the small salad, milk and a cookie. "Uh thanks." "No problem you have to eat something." I grabbed the taco and took a bite of it. The flavor just exploded in my mouth. "Mmm." I hummed out. This taco was like heaven in my mouth. "I'm guessing you like your taco." I nodded my head at Arina.

I swallowed the first bite of my taco. "Oh my god thank you!" I told her excitedly as I watched everyone else come into the lunch room. I finished eating both of my tacos in under two minutes. "Dang you ate those fast." "Well I didn't eat breakfast." I told her and moved onto the tiny little salad.

"Do you want any ranch?" Asked Arina who noticed I was eating my salad dry. "No thanks." Arina let out a small laugh. "Nobody ever eats a salad with out ranch." "Well I am."  "Well whatever." I grabbed a napkin and wrapped my cookie for later, since I knew I'll be starving later. I guzzled my milk and got up to throw away my tray. "Harper?" "Hmm." "You might wanna mint."

Arina handed me a mint which I popped in my mouth. I went to the trash can and threw my tray away. "Look at the little slut!" Shouted Mattie who was pointing at me. "Bet she got aids and STD's." They're so mean. I'm a virgin I'm holding onto that. I kept walking, just then someone pushed me down.  "Oh look the little slut tripped and fell." Tears started to stream down my cheeks. Just then a kick was sent to my face. I started to get up but someone dumped some food on me.

"There's the trash can." Some boy said and dropped their lunch on me. I stood up and made my way to the football field subconsciously. I started picking trash from my hair. Maybe I should ditch my next periods, but that would mean I will be stuck with my abusive parents. When I reached the big double glass doors I used all my strength and pushed them open.

I went and sat down on the bleachers and looked at where I was. The football field. Why did I out of all the places I could've went I had to come here? "Harper you came! I was beginning to have my doubts." Spoke what sounded like an overjoyed Ryan. I turned my head to look all the way to the top bleacher and there he was. Just. Siting. There.

I feel like he's mocking me. Making a fool of me. I came. It's to late to leave now isn't it? Stupid legs! I blame you! I should've paid attention to where I was going and not have been walking subconsciously.

Ryan made his way down to me and sat beside me. "What's with the food and stuff in your hair?" He questioned while pulling a banana peel from my hoodie. Gross. "Harper who did this to you. Because I swear that there life will be a living hell!" He said through gritted teeth, his nostrils flared. To be honest it was kinda hot. I said kinda.

"Doesn't matter." I mumbled looking at my hands that laid carelessly on my lap. "Yeah it does no one messes with my property." His property? Yeah right, like that will happen. I swear he's so, so possessive. At first the hates me now he's just here watching me. "Harper?" He spoke his voice softer. I turned my head slightly in his direction and looked at him.

I gave him a hum in response. I'm still mad at him. "I'm sorry, okay? I want you to know I care. You're important and worth so much. Much more than you know." He's starting to sound like Trey. Why does he even care just a few hours ago he was beating me. Cursing me. Saying I should die now he's here, trying to tell me I'm important. I don't believe it.

I started to zone out and looked at the other side of the school. I could here Ryan's breathing. It wasn't loud or rapid but soft and quiet. Not what I would expect from a heartless monster. Maybe he's changing? Maybe he's seeing the good in life? Maybe he's hiding something and plotting to murder me. That I am betting is probably his evil plot. I have to be careful.