A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1)

6. Long Day

Back to Ryder's P.O.V

Corey was out of the shower about twenty minutes later, and this time he was wearing his hoodie again. The beanie seemed to be in his pocket, and his hands were there as well. He didn't look at me. "You really should stay away from me," he muttered, seemingly out of nowhere. His eyes were set on the ground. "I'm leaving."

"Fine. Go then." Please don't leave...why would you...? Did I do something? Was it because I looked at your tattoos? Is that why you're leaving? Or why you're telling me to leave you alone again? You legit just slept here! I glared at him.

When he saw the anger in my eyes, he seemed to flinch a little, but he left anyway.

My anger turned to rage, and my rage to tears. I forced them away from my eyes. So what if he left? I don't need him. I don't need anyone. I never will. Especially not some bad boy wanna be with too many tattoos and a mean personality and... I felt the rest of my tears go away, and clenched my fist as I leaned against the counter. Forget about it, I told myself fiercely. Forget about last night, and forget about everything that's happened in the past two and a half days.

Forget him.

* * * * *

I looked at my nachos without interest, finally pushing them away from me.

Kelsey's jaw damn near hit the floor. "Do you need to go to the emergency room?"

I didn't bother to look at her from where my head was rested on my arm. "No. That's a stupid question. And why the hell didn't you show up last night, Kells? I asked you to come over and you agreed to it but never ended up showing up. What was that about?" Finally I looked at her.

"I...um... I..." Kelsey looked at me with pleading blue eyes. "I thought you should make a new friend...I thought..."

"You thought wrong." I stood up from the table, angry.

"But Ryder, I--"

"Fuck off," I snarled, grabbing my backpack roughly and walking away. I realized with a grimace that what I had intended to sound furious came out sounding like more of a plea. What in the hell had this boy done to me? It was his third day at school and I already truly hated him. In less than three days, he had managed to completely ruin...everything. What was with him? If I saw him again after today outside of my class, he was definitely going to get a broken nose.

I unclenched my fist.

Why was I even bothering to get angry at him? As if it would matter to him that I was upset? Why was I so angry? As I sat down against the lockers in the hallway, I placed my chin on my knees.

I think what made me the most angry was that I didn't actually want to hurt him.

* * * * *

Astronomy was quiet. The fury radiating off of me and the indifference coming from Corey, who was in the opposite corner of the room, was heavy enough to silence everyone that walked into the room. Even the teacher just looked at us and said that we were to work on notes from our textbook for the time being.

I didn't say anything to him during the class, and when I passed him on my way out, I didn't even look at him. But I could feel him looking at me as I walked past him.

Good.

* * * * *

I stood next to the door of my school, waiting for Kelsey to drag her butt outside so that I could drive her to my place. School had been over for roughly thirty minutes, and there was still no sign of her showing up.

"Why are you still here?"

I didn't look up from my phone, and texted Kelsey again.

Ass. Yours. Get it outside.

I hit send and sighed quietly as I waited for her reply.

"Why are you still here?"

I still didn't look up and continued looking down at my phone.

"Why--"

"Leave me alone."

Corey didn't reply for a moment, but I didn't hear him walking away. Damn him. "You should go home. Aren't your parents going to get angry if you don't get home on time?"

I stiffened. "No."

"Do they know where you are?"

"No," I said through gritted teeth.

"Your parents should--"

"What the fuck do you think you know about me or my family?" I yelled suddenly. I was furious. Slight surprise and maybe even a flicker of fear appeared in his eyes for a moment, but just a moment before it was gone.

"Nothing," he said eventually. "I don't know anything about you or your family."

"Then shut up, get away from me, and don't you dare come anywhere near me ever again or I swear to God I will make your life a living hell every day for the rest of my life," I snarled. This time, confusion came into his expression. I didn't care.

Drive yourself. Im leaving.

I hit send again and stepped into the street between me and the student parking lot. There were screeching tires, then pain, then black.