The Bad Boy Hit Me In The Face With A Baseball Bat (COMPLETED)

Chapter 47- The Knife and the Painting

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Oh, also, I've decided to have Flynn P.O.Vs, instead of writing a whole new book (even though *cries* I already started it and decided to scrap it). Anyway, here's a taste.

Flynn P.O.V:

I don't know what to say....What did I see in her? She was perfect to me. Her hair, her smile. Her everything. But then she changed. She wore black so much you would think everyday was a funeral. Her lips were always black and she never smiled much anymore. Even though she changed I couldn't get her out of my head. We were friends when we were little...and then my parents divorced and things changed. She stopped coming over and our moms started hating each other. All we could do was look at each other from across the street and wave....Then, she suddenly stopped smiling at me and waving at me at school. I realized that our friendship was over. I had to do something.

When we got to high school, I started saving her a seat behind me, hoping she would talk to me, but she never did. It became my habit. Every year, on the first day of school, I would go to school early and sit in class. I would put my notebook on the chair behind me, until she walked into the classroom.

I always tried smiling at her when she walked by, but it was hard, so I would look away. Then we entered the twelfth grade and I thought it was now or never.

And look at us now. We're...Happy...Oh, too much information? ...Well, what did you want me to say?...One sentence? You've gotta be kidding me. What kind of interview is this?..It's not an interview?..Oh. The text? Oh, yeah, I saw it.

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I leaned over Harley's shoulder and peeped at her phone. Not that I was minding her business or anything. She just seemed upset about something and I had to make sure it wasn't about me. May (Harley's "bff", who I would love to drown) had sent her a text asking her if she could date Hayden. I couldn't tell whether she was upset that May wanted to date Hayden or that Hayden had moved on from her that fast...or if she had moved on herself.

When she climbed on top of my lap, I knew she only did it because she was mad. I mean, angry sex might be fun, but we were both virgins and things would've probably end badly. Besides, I could see the tears in her eyes. She wasn't okay with it.

"What are you doing?,"I chuckled trying to not seem like I didn't want it. I wanted it. Just not like that.

She took off her shirt and my brain started spinning. I started questioning whether I should do the right thing or do her.

"I'm tired of waiting,"she frowned, which indecated to me that she wasn't happpy with this at all. "I'm tired of everything-"

I didn't know what to do. "But don't you wanna study?,"I reached for a book, but stopped when she started unbuttoning her jeans.

"No, I don't."

"Okay,"I quickly grabbed her wrists,"Calm down. What has gotten into you?"

"Flynn, can we please just get this over with?"

"That not how it works, Harley,"I sighed, looking up at her. If we rushed things, we would both regret it. And I knew she would the most. "I can hurt you."

She got off of me and laid on the bed beside me. She sighed. I couldn't tell if it was a sigh of relief or if she was upset with me. So I decided to try to make her laugh, by comparing our situation to painting.

The whole knife scenario was to make her laugh, but it did make sense. My mom told me that same thing when she gave me the talk about the birds and the bees. I was just quoting her in my own words.

She told me,"By forcing a girl to do something she doesn't want to do you can hurt her, even if she forces herself." She picked up one of my paintings and a knife. "Would you paint a picture with a sharp knife, Flynn?"

I shook my head and furrowed my brow, not getting her point.

She slowly brushed the knife against the paper. "As gently as you might try to brush the painting with the knife...," she stabbed the paper and I jumped",you can still rip the paper."

"Mom,"I snatched the paper,"What's your point?"

"Don't have sex, or you'll be the paper." She pointed at me angrily then walked away.

I was thirteen and scarred for life. She destroyed my painting. That's what you get when you get caught with magazines in your room. I vowed never to have sex..but I was a kid. Of course I would break that vow sooner or later.

Anyway, my mom may have said some weird things to me as a kid, but I understood her as I grew older. Harley and I were the paper, sex was the knife.