The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 8: So I'm Your Trophy Now?

I sit on my bed, scrolling through my phone. It's currently noon and it's Saturday. I'm home alone; Dad is gone on his trip, Cole is working, and Mom is out with some of her "friends", pretending like everything is fine. The reason I say "friends" is because they couldn't care less about her. They just like her because of her money. They like her because it adds another Trophy wife to their book club.

More like Gossip Club.

I sigh. I'm used to being alone. Meagan is visiting her grandparents this weekend, and only God knows what Arran is doing. Probably being the bad boy that he is. I roll my eyes but can't help the grin that sneaks across my face.

No! Stop it right now, Emma!

I shake my head. We've only been "dating" for three days, and it's getting to my head. If I'm going to win this bet, I need to make it so that there are no strings attached. I can pull it off during school, but when I'm at home, I will pretend like he doesn't exist.

My phone closes itself out of Instagram as a picture of Arran's face lights it up. I groan. What does he want?

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hey shorty," he says. I can picture the smirk on his face.

"Hey asshole, what's up?" I say smirking.

"So much rudeness. Have I interrupted your beauty sleep?"

"No, but you've interrupted a perfectly good Saturday."

"I don't interrupt Saturdays, I make them better." he says.

I roll my eyes. "What do you want, Arran?"

"I want you to get ready. A couple of my friends and I are going out and I figured I'd bring you along to show you off."

"So I'm your trophy now?"

"Nah, more like a medal. You're not that special."

"Wow, you wound my ego," I say grabbing my chest.

"Good." he chuckles. "I'll be there in five minutes."

"Five?" I shriek.

"Yes shorty. Five."

"But I don't have-"

The line ends.

Stupid bad boy!

I quickly get up and run to my closet. I grab a pair of tattered jeans that have holes at the knees, and then I grab a black tank top. I roll my jeans up to above my ankles. I grab a plaid red shirt and tie it around my waist. I top the outfit off with some white converse. I run over to my mirror and brush my hair out quickly. I put a few hair ties on my wrist just in case, and then I put on some mascara and eyeliner. I put a little bit of chapstick on just as I hear my doorbell ring.

I grab my wallet and shove it in my pocket along with my phone and headphones and then I run down the stairs quickly. I open the door, out of breath, and find Arran standing there. He's wearing a gray shirt that is tight around his muscles. It makes my throat go dry quickly.

He's also wearing black slim jeans and some black converse. His brown hair is disheveled, and he has a big grin on his ears.

"You ready?" he asks.

"As I'll ever be." I smirk as I walk out of the house, closing the door behind me. I walk over to the passenger seat of his mercedes and slide in. His cologne is as strong as ever and it's comforting. He sits down next to me and closes his door.

"So are you nervous?" he chuckles as we pull out onto the road.

"Why would I be?"

"Well you're a good girl." he says cautiously. "And these guys are bad boys, as you would call them."

"I am not a good girl!" I shout. "I can be just as bad as you can."

"Oh, really?" he cocks an eyebrow at me. I feel my cheeks burn, but I don't stop.

"Yes! I am not a goody-two shoes." I pout. He roars with laughter.

"Okay, okay." he sighs after he's done laughing. "I'll tell you what. There's going to be a party tonight at my buddy Rob's house. This could be your chance to prove that you're not a goody two shoes." he says, looking at me.

Without me even thinking I say, "Okay. I'm down."

Arran raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Really?"

I slowly nod my head as my earlier words sink in. "Yes... Yes I am."

"Okay," he says, still shocked.

"What, did I leave the cocky Arran Miller speechless for once?"

He laughs. "Not at all."

We pull up into a driveway that's linked to a house that's bigger than mine. I feel my eyes widen.

"We're here," Arran smirks.

I get outside of the car, still staring at the house. It's a double story house, but all of it's walls are made of glass. It's got a modern theme to it, and it's very classy. It has a pool in the backyard, but the only difference is that it's not super close to the beach. As I gaze at it, I realize it sort of looks like the house from twilight, except for like ten times wider.

Arran grabs my hand and slowly pulls me up to the front door. He knocks on the door and I feel my heart fall into my stomach. I'm actually super nervous. What should I expect from these guys? Tattoos and piercings? I swallow.

The door opens and a guy about 6'3 appears. He has the perfect tan and dark brown hair with blue eyes. He's wearing a green T-shirt and some white jeans.

"Hey Arran!" he grins a pearly white smile.

"Hey Robbie!" Arran smiles back. Robbie looks over at me.

"Is this your girl?"

"Indeed."

"She sure is pretty." he says as he winks at me. "What's your name?"

"Emma," I say, my face reddening.

"Okay Robbie. Back off," Arran laughs. Robbie breaks down laughing too, and I feel like I'm missing out on an inside joke.

"Aye, don't worry about it." he laughs. "I have my own girl."

As if his girlfriend heard, she appears by his side. She is drop dead gorgeous. Black silky hair, beautiful tan skin just like his, but her eyes are a brownish-gold. She's wearing a slim black dress that ends mid thigh, pairing it with black pumps.

"Are these our guests?" she asks looking us over. She gives me a wide grin, and I don't know what to do because it seems... genuine.

"Sure is." Arran grins back. "Can we come inside now, or does my girlfriend need to freeze her ass off first?"

I realize then that I'm trembling, but it's not because I'm cold. It's because I've never been to a party before. Seeing as how I've never had friends except for Meagan, so the only party I've ever been to was her six year old sister's birthday party.

"Come on in," Robbie says, waving us inside. "More people will being showing up soon."

I walk in with Arran behind me. My heart is beating fastly from excitement, but my brain is screaming loudly that somehow, with my luck, tonight is going to be a disaster.

A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to let you all know that my new story is up! It's called "The Bad Boy's Game". Check it out if you'd like! :)