The Bad Boy's Heartbreaker

Sixteen// When did he start making decisions for the both of us?

I turn to see none other than Jack Green , co-captain of the football team (the Devil is the team captain). He's your typical jock; tall and muscular frame, perfectly styled honey brown hair and icy blue eyes.

"Yo Jack, my man." The Devil greets him and they to the bro-handshake thing where they fist bump and hit each others back and stuff. It's weird.

"Hey Madison." He greets me, I'm not really close to him but since Marvin is his teammate so we're sort of friends.

"Hi Jack."

"So you guys are expecting a baby?" He asks bluntly and my mouth falls open. "Bro why didn't you tell me?"

The Devil chuckles, "of course not, not yet." He winks at me, ew. "It's for Skylar."

"Ahhh, I remember the day you told me that your hot sister was getting married," he shakes his head. "It broke my heart,ya know?"

The devil rolls his eyes. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Just wandering around, wanna grab a bite?"

"Yeah, Madison and I would love to." The devil says, when did he start making decisions for the both of us?

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We ended up buying all of the vitamins since we didn't want to be wrong, but I forced The Devil to put the shopping bag in the car before we go eat with Jack. Because I'm not taking the risk of bringing a shopping bag filled with pregnancy vitamins around the mall.

"So you ready for this season?" Jack asks. The tree of us are currently sitting on a table inside Chipotle, the two of them ordered some burritos whilst I ordered a rice bowl.

The Devil swallowed his food. "Yeah, our next game will be against The Bulls of Red High right? They're easy."

"True, but we might go against The Panthers from Eastwood High, I'm not gonna lie they're pretty hard to beat." Jack says.

And here I am, sitting with two boys who are talking about football and having zero clue. Nope. Noting. Nada.

I just wanna go home and go back to sleep.

Jack may have seen the bored look on my face because he changed the topic, "so Madison, are you going to the game next week?"

"No I don't think so, I'm not really into football and those stuff." Even though my best friend is a football player, I only went to a football game twice. And it was both by force and blackmail.

Allison threatened me that if I didn't go to the game, she would post a picture of me with my Hannah Montana outfit—yes, complete with the wig and the shiny colorful dress.

But that was a story for another time.

I can see the change of emotions in The Devil's face, he start biting on his lower lip as he look down at his food.

What, it's not like he want me to watch him play right?

"Aw you should come, Marvin will be playing and you should support your boyfriend over there," Jack points at The Devil.

"He's not my boyfriend."

He takes a sip of his iced tea. "The whole school knows sweetie, just wait for the moment I catch you guys making out in the back seat of Dylan's car."

I feel like the rice bowl that I have eaten will be thrown up from the thought of even kissing The Devil.

Boys have cooties, duh.

Jack laughs lightly, "just kidding just kidding."

"I'm not really a back seat kind of guy, you know?" Dylan says with a smirk, it's like he just gained his bad boy feels back.

Jack raises a brow. "Then care to explain the time I caught you and Meliss-"

"Shut up or I'll tell her the time when you were drunk and you stood up on a table and-"

Jack raises both hands in defeat. "Okay okay, no drunk stories please."

"Honestly, it's not that bad compared to the party on new year's eve and you walked around the house-"

"You and Melissa Davis were-" Jack shoots back.

"No no no no okay okay." The devil runs his fingers on his lips as if zipping it and locking it. "My mouth is sealed."

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"Hey, I want to use my wish." I state as The Devil tries to drive through the bad traffic.

He nods, "you're wish is my command, milady."

"Why are we pretending to be dating?"

He sighs and bites on his bottom lip, a habit that I think he has. Right then, he turned around the car, going the opposite direction of where my house is.

"W-where are we going?" He's definitely going to murder me.

"I'm granting your wish, sunshine."

A few minutes of traffic later, The Devil pulls up into California Hospital. I've been here a couple of times; once when I was brought to the hospital because I started my period and my brother and dad didn't know what to do (I know it was really embarrassing).

But anyway, the California Hospital is a hella expensive hospital. They say that it is one of the best hospitals in America. The building is very big, their rooms were better than a 5-stared hotel room.

And guess what?

My dad's company runs the hospital. Yeah, right, if running multiple hotels, resorts and malls weren't already enough.

"Why are we here?" I ask.

"You really cannot shut up, huh?"

He parks his car not far from the front entrance. "What does a hospital have to do with why we're fake dating?"

The Devil glares at me as we walk inside the hospital building. Hospitals were, well; hospitals. The air-conditioned rooms with the smell of plastic gloves and people hustling around.

As I look around, The Devil talks to the front desk. "Madison, stop staring at the usefulness of breast feed posters."

My cheeks start heating up as I walk up to The Devil. "Follow me, Mr.McAdams." The nurse says sweetly. She looks like she's around her 30's but she seems really nice–probably why she's a nurse.

The three of us walk to the elevator and to level 4. "Here you go, room 409. Say hi to her for me." The nurse smiles at the both of us before walking away.

The Devil looks at me for a moment before opening the room door. "Hey mom, how was the operation?"

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Heyyy! Im back with a new chapter wowooooooo im definitely on a roll right now.

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Felicia