My Badboy

Chapter 12

Brittany POV

I walk in the school looking for the familiar strawberry red hair. I finally spot her hair, and I walk towards her. She's talking to Liam I'm guessing, while twirling her hair on her finger. "Hey, Maria" I say tiredly.

"Hey," she gives me a sympathetic look then points her finger at the person she's talking to. "Liam, you need to talk to Brittany" she says with her hand on her hip.
Liam just walks away. "Why is he mad at me?" I ask her trying to rack my brain to what I did wrong.

"He's mad because of what happened Friday." "I mean he thinks you and Blake are a thing, so he thinks you were on Blake's side during the fight." She says grabbing books out of her locker.

"What! I was helping him. Ugh, let me go talk to him. See you in class Maria, I'm probably going to be late."

I take off thinking of ways to tell Liam I'm sorry. I catch up with him and I take his wrist and it makes him stop. "Liam wait"

He slowly turns around to face me. One look at his face and you would think a while gang beat him up!

His lips were bruised, both of his eyes black, his cheeks yellow and blue and a bandage around his head.

"Liam, I-."

"Forget it Brittany, its fine. I'm fine. Just leave it." He didn't use my nickname.

Without thinking, I bring my hand out and caress his cheek. He winces at the pain. "I'm sorry Liam, I didn't think that would happen. I don't know what got into him." I say referring to Blake.

"It's fine."

I drop my hand. I slide my arms around his torso and just hug him. He hesitates at first, but then slides his arms around my waist and hugs me back. "Do you forgive me?" I ask him.

"Of course, Bri"

The bell rings and we step back. We say our goodbyes and go our ways. I get my slip, then trudge towards my class.

I step inside the class and everyone's eyes are on me. What, so I barely get tardies. Sorry for being good. I hand the slip to the teacher and take my seat.

"As I was saying, I will give you and your partner's time to work on the questions. Good luck!"

I slam my head against the desk and groan, because i have to work with Blake. He's mad at me right now so we'll see how this works. I turn in my seat. "Blake-."

"Don't. We are only talking about the project" he says not looking at me.

"Ok" I say quietly. I know he's staring at me.
He looks at the paper and decides I'll write. "The first question says: How did we meet?" I say out loud.

"Well first, I think you should know who I am."

"Oh yeah right." I say.

He passes me his card and his fingers lightly brush my fingers. I shiver.

Blake Rivers
24 years old
A business man who owns his own business.

I'm impressed at what he got. "Ok, business man, how did we meet?" I ask trying to make him smile. He doesn't. Figures.

"I don't know, how about, we ran into each other at a coffee shop, and I spilled my drink on you and I saw your bra and I offered to wash it, and we started bumping into each other more often, and we start hanging out." He says in one breath while running his hands through his hair.

"Ok yeah I like that except we will leave out the bra part." I say while heat rises to my cheeks. I can't even imagine Blake looking at me in my bra.

He smirks. "Whatever you want."

I write down our answer, and as I finish, the bell rings. Before Blake can leave I stop him. "Wait Blake, we have to finish this so, should we meet up somewhere to finish it?" I ask not looking at him.

"Yea, whatever, let me give you my number" he says.

I hand him my phone and he hands me his. We exchange numbers and he smirks. "See you Brittany"

I look at the contact name to see what he put, and he put: Hottest guy on earth. I laugh at his name. He still cracks me up.
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Ooh they have a date! Lol.

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Published: February 14,2016
740 words
XOXO-Me