bad boy kisses (completed) ✔

9. Date or No Date?

"No matter the distance, I want you to know that deep down inside of me, you are my fire, the one, desire."

—I want it That Way by the Backstreet Boys

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A gasp escapes my mouth as I process his words. "A date?" I whisper, miserably failing to hide the feeling. He turns his head to me and eyes me, Ha! He must think I'm stupid.

News flash Anderson : Nerds ain't stupid. Or that's what I thought.

"Yes, a date. D-A-T-E. It is a get together for a couple, a boy and a girl," he points at him and then at me, as though explaining to a little kid about sex education.

"Subsequently, you and I have to go somewhere and have romantic activities that could even lead to any sexua--" I put a hand to his mouth quickly, disgusted with him.

I should have known this was coming sooner or later. Really.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I get it! No need to tell me that! Ew, Max you are gross! Seriously! Sexual activities? God. No." I quickly shake my head, clearly annoyed.

A sudden wet and gooey substance is felt on my hand and I raise an eyebrow, what was that?

That's when I realised...my hand was on Max's insanely soft lips, thus his mouth, and damn that son of a bitch licked my hand! Ewwwww!

I push him away from me and make a disgusted face. "What the hell is wrong with you Anderson! Are you insane? You didn't just lick my-- arghhh, forget about it, I'm going home."

He shrugs, "If I were you, I'd reconsider, Clarke." His voice his already invaded my ears and now my mind too. Great.

Curse him for being so irresistible.

"Reconsider? I don't care, Max. I'm out of here. Besides, we're not at all related by any means. I don't see why I have to go." I shrug this time. My words may be a little harsh but it was the truth, he refuses to tell me why he kissed me, he refuses to say anything about his complicated self, and even denies all kinds of explanations.

Now that is a psychopath if you ask me. He shifts, pulling out something from his pocket. Probably a pack of cigarettes.

Why am I not surprised?

"Are you...um-- you smoke?" I brush back a strand of my black locks behind my ear, not very secured about him.

"Yeah, you want one? Would you even tell your parents about it?" He sarcastically marks, showing me a rather boring face, but an extremely beautiful and bored face may I add.

"I'll pass." I wave him off. He wastes no time in lightning the thing and blowing out smoke from his lips.

Classic bad boy of Colton High, eh? Could this get anymore mainstream?

"Max,"

"What?" He huffs in annoyance, clearly not wanting to talk to someone butting in his business.

"You shouldn't smoke...its really harmfu--" before I can finish my words, he pulls me by the elbow, closer to himself, his beautiful and totally flawless self..

"Don't tell me what to do, love. You'll end up getting hurt," he looked at me from head to toe, drinking me in his beautiful cold eyes, "Real bad." He says and blows the smoke out of his lips.

Thank god he didn't blow right onto my face. Phew.

"So? Girlfriend, are we going or not?"

"I. Am. Not. Your. Girlfriend." I say through gritted teeth, crossing my arms on my chest.