My Badboy

Chapter 3

Brittany POV

The day slowly goes by, and soon its time for detention.

Detention is stupid. My mom is gonna be so mad when she finds out. It's all because of Blake. If he didn't run into me maybe I wouldn't be here.

I walk into the detention room and look around. I see a couple of guys huddled up in the back. The teacher is sleeping, with his head on the desk, drooling.

Disgusting. I thought. I sign in and take a seat away from the weird guys. They look up at me as I sit down and they furrow their eyebrows.

They go back to their huddle and start whispering. They finally get up and walk towards me. They all sit down in the desks around me.

"Hey, aren't you the girl who kneed Blake in the balls?" He asks me.

"Um, yeah," I say then look more closely at their faces. One if them has dark hair, with blue eyes. The guy next to him looks exactly alike, except he has a dimple on his right cheek.

The other guy has light, sandy brown hair, with piercing grey eyes.

Damn, I thought. These guys are hot. Oh yeah they're the football players... Which means they're friends with Blake... These are the guys that are Blake's best friends, and they were with Blake this morning. Oh great.

The door slams open. Blake walks in and looks around. The guys all get up and do that weird guy handshake.

Then Blake looks over at me. Oh shit.

"Oh, its Ms Feisty," He says. He walks closer to me then sits in the desk next to me.

"So, ever gonna tell me your name?"

The other guys sit around me and look at me waiting for the answer.

I clear my throat. "Brittany," I say softly. He looks at me while furrowing his eyebrows.

He looks so cute like that. Maybe even hot, says my inner self. Wait. No snap out of it. You're supposed to be mad at him. Not drooling over him.

"Brittany, hmm that's a nice name," He says.

"Yeah, whatever. Why are you even here?" I ask. "Did you possibly get a detention because I did?" I ask while smirking.

"What, pfft, no," He says. "My guys and I were messing around. We didn't come here to see you."

"Whatever." I say, while smiling to myself.

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"Shit!" I yell. We have just been released from detention. Wow I sound like I was in jail for 50 years.

I had tried calling my mom to pick me up but she hasn't answered. I called her work to see if they knew where she was. They say she didn't show up to work at all.

I was getting worried and I had no way of getting home.

"Why are you just standing there?" I hear a familiar voice. I turn around to see it's Blake.

"Because I have no way of getting home. My mom is not answering her phone, her work says she didn't show up for work. I'm worried and have no way home." I say in one breath.

He looks at me before running his hand through his hair. "I'll give you a ride if you want." He says while rubbing the back of his neck.

I smile because if his sweet actions. Wow, Mr Badboy is being sweet. "Sure" I say.

I follow him to his vehicle. "Now I know girls hate riding bikes, and your the only girl who has ridden this before but please just try- He gets cut off by me squealing.

"Ahhhh," I yell. "I fucking love bikes!!" I say. He flinches at my voice then he slightly smiles. But then covers it up.

"Usually girls are scared of these things," He says. "Why aren't you?"

"I used to ride all the time with my dad. He started teaching me how to ride when I was 8. But he-he, um, but yeah." "Can we go now?" I ask avoiding eye contact.

I look at my shoes trying not to cry in front of him. He looks at me weird as if wanting to ask, but he keeps his mouth shut and says "Ok, come on."

We get on the bike, and I tell him my address. He nods then says hold on tight. He then starts it up and pushes on the gas. I grip his torso, and bury my face in his back.

I close my eyes and wait. I haven't been on one of these for so long. I forgot how it feels to be on one. It almost feels as if your flying. And your free from the world.

The bike comes to a halt outside my house. I get off and so does he. I say thank you then turn around.

The door is open just a bit. That's when I feel like falling.

It can't happen again.

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Published: February 7, 2016
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