Mr. Bad Boy Loves Me

2: Wanna Sit On My Lap?

I found my group of friends standing outside the cafeteria. "Hey guys!" I say, with a smile. "Hi Madi." My friend, Jenna, says. We have a pretty big group, about 7 or 8 people, which doesn't seem like a lot, but if you have sleepovers, that's something else..."Ready to go to our table?" Lauren asks. "Yup." We all say, and we walk into the cafeteria.

People were sitting at our table. "Are you kidding me." I mumble. Normally everything is really crowded. I scan the room for somewhere to eat. "Hey, come sit with us." Michel, a boy sitting next to Blake calls. Oh, hell no. I think. But they start walking over there, and i reluctantly follow them. Blake smirks when he sees me. "Come to sit by me, sexy." He says, with a wink. All the boys in Blake's group where hot, but he was by far the hottest. I rolled my eyes at his words. "What's up with you and Blake?" Jenna whispers. "Nothing, I hate him." I growl, turning to her. She giggles. "Are you sure? Cause he is super cute!" She says, I roll my eyes again. "Yes, I'm sure." I say, but she of course makes me sit by him.

"Aw- Babe, your sitting by me now." He says, a disgusting smirk on his face. I ignore him. I hate my life. Most of my friends have boyfriends in the group. Mostly because they are the football players, the most populars boys in school, and we where the most populars girls. I know what your thinking, that our school is very stereotypical. Well, it is. My friends where sitting on there boyfriends laps, giggling. I sat alone. Well, next to Blake.

"Wanna sit on my lap, baby?" Someone whispers against the back of my neck. I shiver, and turn to see Blake, I was face to face with him. He was smirking. "No." I growl, scooting away from him. He scoots closer to me. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Madi?" He asks, trying to make his voice as husky as possible. I shiver again. Damn, I wish I would stop shivering. "N-no." I stutter. Way to be confident, Madi. I think. "I think I do." He says, pulling me into his lap.

"Prove to me that I don't make you uncomfortable." He says in a low voice. My face was bright red now. "I don't have anything to prove to you, Mr. Bad Boy." I growl, liking the new nickname. I tried to get away but he had a iron grip.

"Seriously, Blake, let me go." I say, rolling my eyes. God, I rolled my eyes so much today I think my head is spinning. "Fine." He growls, I crawl off him. "Now I can eat my lunch." I mumble. And I watch Blake, as he smirks at me. I give him a annoyed look, before I take a bite of my sandwich.