Bad Boys Can't Love

Doubt

   All my life, I have been told to stay away from the bad ones. I was told that they would break my heart without thinking twice about it. They would laugh in my face if it was discovered that I had a real crush on one of them. They saw all girls as disposable toys.
   I believed all of it, and with a passion. I turned my face in disgust whenever I saw a player making out with a girl against the lockers, knowing without a doubt that she would be crying in the girls' bathroom the next day, trying to make it through lunch. See, but I never really understood the connection, because they never hit on me.
Probably because I seemed to preppy, too caught up in school. But I didn't yearn for them to speak to me like all of the other girls did, I actually counted on them avoiding me.
   I thought about this one average Thursday, as I glared at Mason Warrows as he made out with the nerdiest girl in our school- Shelly Reynolds. He wasn't the well known of his kind, but he was up there. Opened mouth, I was shocked to see Shelly.
   "Sar!!!!" A familiar voice interrupted my thoughts and eye piercing stares. I turned to see Kayla, my best friend. She kinda threw herself about, to any boy who wanted her. "Guess what?" she smiled widely, "Weston Johns just asked me the freak out! Tonight!" I rolled my eyes, "He's a player. And we have plans anyway." She sighed, "Oh I forgot. This is once in a life time, I got to cancel." Before I could protest, the bell rang and she ran down the hall squealing with delight as she waved goodbye to me.
   I walked into English, everyone shocked that I was even a tad late. I took my seat next to one of the people I despised most- the biggest player and most popular bad boy in our school- Asher Ross.
He was irresistibly hot, but they all were. A trap to which girls all fell through. His jawline, high cheekbones, contoured face, and  brown perfectly messy hair mesmerized girls. On top of that, he had his muscular body and ocean blue eyes. You also can't forgot the adorable smirk- I mean horrible. He was tanned, and today he wore shades, a black tee shirt, jeans, and converse sneakers.
   He lifted his shades onto his forehead to look at me. Look at me for the first time ever. "Hey beautiful, so why were you late?" he smirked. I despised but loved the bad boy smirk, hot but too alluring and cheeky. "Leave me alone." I narrowed my eyes at him, "You don't know me and I don't want you to."
   "Wow, that hurts." he smirked again. "Stop that, I hate... But lo-I hate that." I grumbled, almost admitting to loving the pretty smirk. "What? The smirk? But it's my signature move, and you just almost said something that I don't think you wanted to." Ross teased me. "So since when do you talk to me?" I mumbled. "Since you came in here looking finer than ever." he winked. I rolled my eyes in disgust, and opened my text book.
   He bothered me the whole period, poking me with his pencil and making cute but cocky comments. I didn't answer, ignoring him.
   I left to go home that day assuming everything was normal. Little did I know that the start of something lasting very long happened that day.
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<Present Tense>
I get home, and run a brush through my deep brown hair. I sigh and flop back on my bed, drowning myself in homework. Then, my phone dings.
  A contact texts me, a contact I never made- Asher Ross. He must have put his number into my phone when I wasn't paying attention, explaining the five seconds of silence he gave me in English.
  Rolling my eyes in frustration, I read the text: look outside baby girl ;)
At that moment, a pebble hits the large window next to my bed. What the hell? Then another one, and another.
I open the curtains in my simple capris and spaghetti strap tank top, to see freakin' Asher Ross outside my window with a motorcycle. "Want to have some fun?" Asher calls to the window, with his stupid but cute smirk. Sighing, angry, I glare at him, opening the window. "Aren't players like you supposed to wait for the girls to crawl to you?" I yell back with an annoyed tone. "Sweetheart, I'm not your typical bad boy." Asher says flirtatiously with another goddamn smirk.
I have nothing better to do, Ive been abandoned by Kayla, and even though I had tried to focus on homework, I already know that I study too much and have finished all of the material. At least that's the excuse I give my self.
I snap my curtains closed, changing my clothes to wear something more appropriate and putting on sneakers. I run the brush through once more, then I glance down at some makeup. Hell no, I never really wore makeup before and there's no way I'm putting in on for a player.
Running down stairs with my phone in hand, I rush out the door and walk to him.
"Do you believe in love at first sight? Or do I need to walk by again?" he smirks, checking me out. "Nice line," I roll my eyes, "But bad boys can't love." He scoffs, and hands me a helmet.
"Get on. We can hang out at one of my favorite places." he says, expecting me to do as he says. "No way in hell am I getting on that death machine." I gasp, staring at his black motorcycle. He sighs, "Live a little." I refuse,
but after almost fifteen minutes of him trying to persuade me, I give in.
Hopping on the back, and putting on the helmet, I wrap my arms around his waist tightly, scared out of my wits.
I yelp as he started the machine and it rumbled to life. He snickers at this, then took off full speed ahead.
It was terrifying, wind whipping my hair back and the fact that I have to touch him to stay on. Gross. Eventually, after what felt like years, we stop at the beach. "I'll walk home after this." I said nervously, glancing between him and the machine. He rolls his eyes, knowing that he would convince me elsewise later.
He grabs my wrist and leads me into the beach, climbing the abandoned lifeguard chair.
He sits next to me in the chipped wooden tall chair, overlooking the ocean. Turning to him, I'm puzzled. "Why do you suddenly want to hang with me?" I finally ask. "You amuse and interest me, Sar," he begins, using the nickname only my closest friends use for me. God, how does he know the only nickname that can bring my walls crashing down. "You're not like the other girls." he says.
"Why are you being a softie? I know your game, I bet you've said that to a million girls." I reply. He shrugs, "Guess you'll never know." He then smirks, "Maybe I'm making a move, maybe I'm actually interested."
"Making a move. If bad boys can't love, well interests can be eliminated." I sigh, staring out into the ocean blue eyes of the player beside me.
Then, he leans in, as if to kiss me, but actually ends up whispering in my ear, "Maybe bad boys aren't all so bad"
I'm taken back by his comment, feeling stupid for ever going anywhere with him.
"I don't know why I'm here." I admit, "I don't know what I'm doing with you, the kind I despise, instead of studying or texting Kayla." He looks at me, still smirking, "Maybe I bring out a side in you." I think about this for a moment, not responding. "Wait, hold up. What is my kind?" he asks, amused, "Handsome? Sexy? Irresistible?"
"More like, douchebag, player, man whore, bad boy, asshole." I comment. He laughs, "Wow. Didn't expect that to come out of your mouth."
I look at him, studying his face. I'm confused, what did that mean? "You're a typical good girl." he explains. "Typical bad boy." I reply His eyes narrow at this. "Well, maybe we're both wrong." he states. We look at each other and my face suddenly feels hot. I look away as I realized I was falling in the trap, and another smirk makes its way up his lips.
"You know, I should really stay away from you." I sigh, looking down at the sand. "And why is that?" Asher muses, looking me over. "Because you can break my heart in the matter of seconds." I admit. "In order for me to do that you have to give me your heart." he smirks. You're already so close to having it.
I don't respond to his comment, I just look into his eyes. His face is gorgeous, even with the damn smirk. You're falling, hard. Sarah, get up again. He puts his arm around me, but I take it and push it back to him. "Not interested." I say, as he looks at me in confusion. "Well, you're just full of surprises." Asher sighs, looking away. "What, are you surprised I'm not like the other girls, throwing myself at you?" I ask harshly. He nods slightly, "Maybe." I sigh, "Sorry, I'm not a slut. And that seems to be the only type of girl you're really interested in." He rolls his eyes at this, but doesn't deny a word. "You know you love me." Asher finally smirks, staring at me, shades still in this forehead. God, he has dimples, too. "Cocky much?" I laugh, elbowing him. He goes to say something, until I look at the sky in awe, gasping. He glances up at the purpley bluish orangish yellowish bright swirl of colors in the setting sky. "Gorgeous." I gasp. "I know I am." He smirks at me, ruining the moment, "Haven't you seen a sky before?"
   "Not like this." I reply, not even caring enough to put off his snarky remarks. He takes this chance to wrap his arm around me as I shiver, staring at the beautiful sky. The distraction is the only thing that doesn't make me stop him. I wonder if he's just being sweet so that he can win me over, then be the player he is. No doubt about it.
   As the sun finally vanishes beneath the determined horizon, the colors fade more and more, transitioning into a dark bluish black night sky. "Shit." I blurt, "What time is it?"
   Not waiting for him to answer, I look at my phone: 7:46. Its been almost three hours. I'm shocked, as I look up at him. "Yes?" He peers at me. "Three hours felt like five minutes." I admit. He smirks, "Time flies by when you're in love with me." I roll my eyes and climb down the chair.
    He follows, catching up quickly. "Got to go so soon?" He asks. "Look, Asher, I just need to go home. My mom will kill me, and frankly, I don't think you're good for me to be around." I say. He frowns, "You know that you love me." I say, "Stop saying that. I really don't." He shrugs as we both hop on his motorcycle. He takes me home, and the ride seems a lot more peaceful and eased. I think about if I overreacted, and decide it wouldn't hurt to be friends. As long as I wasn't one of his sluts that he played, I could talk to him.
   As we reach my house, I make him pull over early. "My mom would kill me if she saw me on a motorcycle." I explain. He nods as I hop off, handing him the helmet. I look in his eyes for one more moment, then say, "See you tomorrow Asher Ross." I can feel his smirk as I spin around on my heel and start to walk home. "See you tomorrow Sarah Jay." He calls out to me playfully, making me smile. Then, I hear him zoom away into the distance.
   As I reach my house, my mom gasps. "Oh thank God! I was so worried." She sighs. "It's okay mom, I told you I was going to Kayla's remember?" I say, trying to cover up. "Oh thats right." she says, as I leave her to go to my room.
   My phone dings. From Asher Ross: don't you forget me tomorrow Sarah jay. I text back- trust me I won't, that's your speciality, remember player?
   All night, my phone buzzes as I have the longest conversation ever with the one I despise.

Authors note- thanks for reading! Comment and vote, telling me if you liked it! The picture is what I imagine Sarah Jay ( don't judge it's a screenshot from Google) Thx!