Mr. Bad Boy Loves Me

4: Dinner

Most of the pics are gonna be of Blake or Madi :)

Ding! Dong! There's the doorbell. I was nervous to see Blake. Especially after what happened at lunch. He probably wasn't embarrassed though. He was probably amused at how embarrassed I got around him. I opened the door. And there was Blake, standing there next to his dad.

Okay, leadership skills time. I think, taking a deep breath. "Hello, it's really nice to meet you sir, I'm Madi." I say, extending a hand to Blake's dad. Blake smirks. He smiles at me. "It's nice to meet you Madi." He says. Blake was dressed hot right now. He had a black leather jacket, with a white shirt. Blue jeans, and black converse. I was just wearing short-shorts, a crop top, and no shoes. My brown hair was down. I still looked beautiful though. "Hey Blake." I say, stepping aside to let them in. I didn't want to be rude to Blake in front of his dad.

Blake let his dad go in first, and then he brings his face to my ear. "You look nice, babe." He says, he pulls away and winks at me. I glare at him in disgust. "Pervert." I mumble, he looks back at me. "What did you just say?" He asks, I smirk. "Nothing." I say, biting my bottom lip.

We sit down at the kitchen table. My mom makes me sit next to Blake. Why does this keep happening to me? I think. My parents are talking to Blake's dad, as I am playing with my salad. "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to play with your food?" Blake whispers, I turn to him. "Yes. But I'm bored." I whisper back. "Wanna go do something?" He suggests. "With you? You'll probably just rape me." I say. "That's not a bad idea." He whispers playfully. "Let's just go outside." Blake says. "Fine." I huff.

It is dark outside. I stare at the stars. Blake pulls out a cigarette. "Ew- Get that thing away from me." I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. He smirks. "I know, it's a nasty habit." He says. "Then why do you do it? Are you addicted?" I ask. He smirked. "No shït Sherlock." He says, bringing it to his mouth. I hit it to the ground, and stomp on it. "What the fück!" He growls. "Don't smoke at my house." I say. "You little sh-" but I cut him off. "Watch what you call me." I snap. I was bugging him so much right now.

He smiles at me. A fake smile. But I saw his white, pearl-like teeth. "Next time you do that, I'm gonna fücking kill you." He growls. I fake gasp. "That's not very nice, Blakey." I say, he pushes me against the wall. I could smell his smoking breath. I push him off my. "Your breath smells like smoke." I say. He smirks. A smirk. All he ever does. "I'm gonna go to bed now." I say, going inside. "Good night, Madi." He mumbles. "Good night, Blake." I call back, before I go upstairs and go to sleep.