Bad versus Bad

Chapter Four

Kai's P.O.V.

"Bring it," I say, confidently.

The second the words left my lips, I knew that I was declaring war. A devilish smile spreads across Havyn's face, making me want to squirm, but I don't. I definitely don't want her to think that I am really wishing that I wouldn't have pronounced war with Satin's daughter herself. 

"Truth or Dare," Havyn says.

"Dare, of course," I say, smirking.

Her gray eyes sparkle at my choice. 

"I will go easy on you for now," she says, wrapping her hands together. Like a light bulb goes off over her head, she jumps off of the desk and grabs her bag sitting across the room. Oh no. She walks back over, digging through it. When she takes out the lipstick, I frown. "I dare you to write Mr. Richards a love note from yourself, and then put the lipstick on it and kiss the bottom."

"No way in hell," I say, shaking my head.

"Aw, someone afraid of their masculinity?" she asks, teasingly. 

"Give me the goddamn lipstick," I growl. She takes the top of the lipstick off, revealing a hot red color. When she jumps off of the desk and starts straddling my lap to apply the lipstick, I grab her arm gently. "What are you doing?"

"Putting the lipstick on you," she says, leaning closer again. For a second I swear I glimpse black ink behind her ear when her hair falls to the side. "You didn't think I would let you mess my lipstick up, did you? Hell no."

"Can't I do it?" 

"Nope," she shakes her head, laughing. "Pucker up, Bad Boy."

I groan internally. She puts her knee onto my thigh, using me to balance herself as she puts the lipstick on. I accidentally move, throwing her off. Like an instinct, I grip my hand around her thigh, pushing her back onto my lap. She throws her head back laughing, crinkles forming at the corner of her eyes. I notice my hand is still securely wrapped around her leg, so I drop my hand back to my side. A flash blinds me temporarily, catching me off guard.

"What the hell was that?" I ask, wiping my eyes. 

"This," she says, laughing so hard she can barely breathe.

When she turns her phone to face me, there is a very confused looking me on the screen with bright red lipstick all over my lips and trailing down my chin. I reach for her phone, but she pushes off of me and takes off running straight for the door. A smirk tugs at my lips when she realizes the door is locked. I reach for her, however she has other plans and dives right underneath, running to the other side of the room. The next ten minutes consist of me chasing her around the room, wanting to get my hands on that picture. 

"Just delete it," I say, trying to grab her again but missing. 

She starts typing frantically on the screen while still running. This is the best chance I have. I scoop her over my shoulder, snatching the phone away as I do. She starts laughing like a mad woman. Wait, why is she laughing? 

"You are too late," she laughs. 

"What do you mean?" I ask, just as my phone dings.

I place her back onto her feet, watching her carefully as she slowly backs away. I pull my phone out of my pocket, the screen reading that I was tagged in a picture on Instagram. No, no, no. I quickly swipe the message and I am immediately greeted by the most horrific picture of me. I dart my eyes in her direction, angry.

"Read the caption," she says, laughing still. "It is the best part."

"'Every little Bad Boy dreams of being a princess one day'." 

She is standing on the other side of Mr. Richards desk, tears coming out the corners of her eyes she is laughing so hard. I start walking in a fast pace on a mission when I hear footsteps. Havyn and I both fly to our seats, acting like nothing happened at all. Mr. Richards walk in, looking satisfied with us. 

"You two are excused," Mr. Richards announces. 

Havyn jumps out of her seat, grabbing her bag and runs from the room. I run after her, staying right on her heels. She pushes through the front doors of the school, still running full speed to her car. Just as she is sticking her key into the door handle to unlock the door, I hold snatch her keys, holding them high above my head. She tries to reach them, but is too short for my six foot, three inch height. This time I am the only laughing.

"Give me my keys," she demands, placing her hands on her hips.

"I don't think so," I shake my head. "Not until you delete that picture."

"You should be flattered you were my Man Crush Monday," she says, chuckling. 

"Take it off," I demand now. 

Somehow the little sneaky girl manages to grab a hold of my bike keys, because she starts jingling them in my face. I try to snatch them away, but she keeps them far behind her. She shrugs her shoulders and saunters over to my crotch rocket, kicking her leg over it like it's familiar to her. She pulls my helmet onto her head, and cranks the ignition. I stand with my jaw dropping to the ground as she backs up and drives over to me, placing her feet on the ground on both sides to keep her balance. A strange feeling hits the pit of my stomach.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Apparently I am taking your bike home with me," she says, revving the engine. 

"No way in hell."

"Then give me my keys."

My bike or her keys? I hand her keys knowing there is no weighing those options. She kicks the kickstand down and climbs off, pulling the helmet off of her head. She shakes her long hair out, the breeze blowing it slightly. For some reason I want to reach out and tuck the loose stand hanging onto her face behind her ear. I fight back the urge. A smile creeps onto her plush lips. 

"Maybe your aren't so bad after all," she winks, before climbing in her car and making the ignition roar to life.

As she speeds out of the parking lot, I find myself standing like an idiot staring after her with a big smile spread across my face. 

Maybe she isn't so bad herself. 

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