The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 12: That Was Never Part Of The Rules To This Bet

I pull into my driveway, parking mom's second car. As far as I know, mom is knocked out from pain killers, antidepressants, and alcohol. I worry about her, but I'm so emotionally worn it's not funny. Arran pulls into the driveway seconds later, following me. He parks his car and then we both walk inside. Arran opens the door and I walk in, him following me.

I walk into the kitchen, setting my purse and the keys down. I see a note on the table.

Having to work another late shift. I fed mom and she's currently passed out. Don't think that I didn't notice mom's car missing. I'll talk to you about it later. Dinner is in the fridge. -Cole

I crumple the note up and throw it away. Arran sits down while I look in the fridge and grab some of the cold pizza and heat it up. Although as I stare at the pizza, I start to feel my appetite disappear. My stomach turns and I feel it harden. I sigh and I know I just have to fight it. This happens every once and awhile. I feel the need to starve myself, but I've learned exercises to help me get through the feeling. I think of calming thoughts and some breathing exercises.

I can do this, I can do this.

The microwave dings and I grab my plate. I take the two slices over to the kitchen table where Arran is watching me intently. I set the food down.

"Voila, a true masterpiece," I grin. He chuckles, but it sounds somewhat forced.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Ah, nothing." he says. "Let's eat."

I take a bite of my pizza and force it down my throat. I clear my throat and I sigh.

"Are you okay shorty?"

"I'm fine."

He watches me and I start to struggle under his gaze. He makes me self conscious at times, but at the same time I like him watching me. I take a few more bites of pizza and then stand up, taking the leftovers and dumping them in the trash. I set the plate in the sink and then sit back down. I force a smile, but he just looks at me.

"What?" I ask again.

"You barely ate anything."

"I just... wasn't feeling hungry." I laugh. "It's not a crime to not eat everything."

He looks skeptical. "Why don't you eat your food?"

I sigh. "I do most of the time, but there's just some nights that I don't feel like eating. I have eaten food today though." I state.

"I know you have."

I sigh and take a look at the time. It's currently 8:48 pm.

"Do you want to watch a movie? It's a three day weekend, so we don't need to leave early."

"What movie do you have in mind?" he asks. I shrug.

"Anything is fine for me." I smile.

He chuckles. "Anything?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." he grins a mischievous grin.

"Ew!" I shriek as I watch a guy get his head chopped off. I close my eyes tightly and bury my face into Arran's chest. My head vibrates from his laughter.

"Aw, come on, you're missing the best part."

I look up just in time to see another guy get his guts torn out of him.

"Arran, when I said anything, I didn't think you were going to make me watch Saw."

"Come on, it's a classic." he smirks. I slap him on the chest playfully.

"Hey, no abusing the boyfriend."

I toss my head back and laugh. "That was never part of the rules to this bet."

He shakes his head smiling. "I know, but it is part of the guideline for being a decent human being."

I stick my tongue out at him and then giggle. He grabs my chin and then tilts it up so I'm staring him in the eye. He leans his forehead against mine, and suddenly all of the background noises, surroundings, everything fades away and it's just him and I.

He rubs a circle on my cheek with his thumb, and all I can think is one thing;

Kiss me.

His breathing is soft and steady. He doesn't seem fazed at all. Meanwhile, my heart is trying to escape my chest and run away. My head is starting to fog a little, and my breathing is ecstatic. I feel him kiss my forehead which sends tingles down my body again, but I just want more. I slide my hand onto his shoulder and slowly cup his cheek, staring into his gray eyes. We lean closer and closer, our lips so close that I can feel his breath. It is just going to take one of us to move even a little.

Before I can do anything, I hear my ringtone, "I write sins, not tragedies" go off. I inwardly groan, and this is the first time I have ever wished for Brendon Urie to shut up. Suddenly, everything comes back, and I sigh. I grab my phone and answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey Emma. I'm on my way home with some restaurant leftovers. Can you make sure the door is unlocked?"

"Sure, bro."

"Thanks."

I hang up and sigh. Arran grins and I feel my face turn red.

So much for that. 

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! :)