The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 29: You've Crossed The Line This Time! You've Fucking Crossed It

*Little makeout scene... okay semi-big makeout scene*

*Suggestive Language, as shown by the title.*

I sit on my bed and stare at the wall. My phone has been off all week. I haven't eaten. I haven't gone to school. I haven't done shit. Cole will force feed me at least once during the day, but then he leaves me alone to do his own thing. It's been a full week since Mom died. Dad's stayed home and checked on both of us. He's tried comforting me, but I don't listen. The only thing I really hear is that loud beep.

Meagan plans on stopping by today. Arran... well Arran hasn't seen me at all this week. He feels awful for taking me there. He regrets it a lot even though I told him I wasn't mad with him. How was he supposed to know she was going to die? I thought I still had three weeks with her.

The worst part is, she knew. She knew she was going to die that night. Looking back on it, there were so many signs I missed.

I'm glad I got to see you.

I've been waiting for awhile now.

Baby Girl I do love you.

I scoff. If she loved me, she would have given me time. I swear to god I could have found a donor. If she had just given me fucking time!

I grab a pillow and throw it across the room in anger. This is what my life has been like for the past week. Anger and misery and longing. I've shut everyone out because I hate crying in front of people. I want to deal with this part on my own. Cole feels the same way.

My phone buzzes and I see that it's Meagan. She's calling me. I press ignore and go back to staring at my wall. Another buzz. I press ignore. She'll get the hint eventually. I curl myself up into a ball and rest my head on my knees. I still can't believe she left me.

I run my hand through my hair and decide I need a shower. I walk up and into the bathroom. I slide my clothes off and walk into the shower. I turn it on and do nothing as the cold water pours over my shoulders and wets my hair. Soon it turns warm, and I grab my bottle of shampoo.

When my shower is over, I walk out and over to my closet. I grab a pair of jeans and a gray shirt. I take my hair out of the towel but I don't bother to dry it. If I get a cold, oh well. I don't care. I walk over to my bed and see Meagan is still calling me.

"What?" I snap.

"Oh thank God," I hear her say as she pants. "It's Tony, Emma. He's hammered and he got into a fight with some senior from a different school. I've tried calling Arran but he isn't answering. Please, come help." she pleads.

"I'll be there shortly." I sigh and hang up. I put on my white converse and, for once this week, leave my room. I walk down the steps, taking them two at a time. I walk out quickly before I change my mind. I grabbed the keys Cole's truck and I climb my way into the driver's seat. I start the engine and pull out.

I call Meagan and ask for the address. She gives it to me and I'm there within fifteen minutes. It's at this bar called The Misfit Restaurant+Bar. I pull into the parking lot and park the truck. I walk into the bar and look around for Meagan and Tony. I find them in a booth, Tony leaning against the window and Meagan watching him carefully. She looks up when I clear my throat and grins.

"Oh, Emma!" she squeals as she jumps up on to me. She hugs me tightly. "I'm so sorry."

I hug her back and put on a smile. "It's okay. Let's just get you and loverboy home."

"Take us to Robbie's house," she says. "He can help patch him up."

I nod. "Okay fine."

Meagan and I carry Tony out of the bar and put him in the truck. He's completely knocked out and it doesn't help that he's muscular. It takes us about five minutes to get him into the truck. Meagan then hops up and I'm about to when I hear someone laugh.