Who's That Bad Boy?

chapter | eight

chapter | eight

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Camille Fields

 "Why is Justin in mom and dad's room?" I questioned, arching my eyebrows.

After properly dressing myself in a tight red tank-top, a white mini-skirt and red polka-dotted stilettos, I affronted my sister, who apparently didn't tell me we'd be having a male guest over.

"Huh?" I pushed, staring at my sister who was nibbling on her fingernails, while I chucked my straightened hair over my shoulder.

"We need to take care of him," she mumbled absent-mindedly.

"Great, thanks. That's a lot of information. Why?"

"I was going to tell you yesterday, but someone was being a bitch," she sarcastically declared, pouting her lips and cocking her left eyebrow.

"I was sleeping, okay?"

"I doubt it. You were probably studying for the upcoming algebra test, 'cause that's the freak you are."

I gulped. My body felt like needles were pinching it. I furrowed my brows, hurt by the words my sister had spoken. She wasn't like I was. I could never let go of things, she'd say and tease. Now she had gone too far and she knew it.

"I didn't mean that literally, Camille," she apologized.

"Whatever." I swallowed hard, pushing down the closs in my throat.

We stood, letting the silence take over.

"Anyways could you please explain?" I pleaded, after the time-consuming silence.

"He's a bad boy, Cam."

Cassie Fields

This was it. This was how I was going to change her mind.

I had to convince her, that Justin was bad news, so she'd have no interest. This was my only option. Otherwise she might get him, before I do.

I could see a frown beginning to form on her face. Perfect.

"What does that mean?" she asked mystified. This was just getting better and better.

"Well," I stuck out my bottom lip. "He's a criminal. No good. Especially for you."

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't planning on screwing him, Cass."

I flinched at her mention of this. She could, if she wanted to. And that's what frightened me the most.

"Yeah, I know. But, still. I'm just saying. He's got a prison record. Pretty naughty."

"Got. It. And now he's here for what?"

"We need to change his attitude up. Get him to become someone better, but don't worry, I've got it handled."

A wicked grin creeped the ends of my mouth up.

Fortunately she didn't even notice.

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Camille Fields

The days passed extremely quickly, and school even quicker. Since there were only 4 weeks left of school, until summer holidays, there wasn't much to do.

I also re-united with Dylan again.

We talked to each other on sunday evening, where Justin seemed to have disappeared. I also found it quite confusing that Dylan and Cassie didn't get along. They both seemed so much alike.