Sleeping With The Bad Boy

Well of course detention sucked. Big time. But what can I say? An awful day is not complete without it.

I was so drained when I got home that I didn't get the chance to shower or change before I plopped down on the bed and slept the night away. When I woke up, it was still pretty dark. I checked the clock.

Urgh! It's 4 am! I fell asleep and skipped all my meals last night. I stood up and realize that Im still wearing his oversized hoodie. Which then reminded me. I have to give this back. Which again reminded me that today is Saturday! *face palm* no classes. Why didn't I realize that earlier. Instead of sulking there, I quickly took a shower, washed that hoodie and let it dry, and did what I do best, I ran. I went out for a run at 5 am in the morning. Some parts of the road were still a bit dark but Im sure sooner or later my skin will be sun-kissed.

I spaced out while resting for a bit. I remembered that incident that I want to forget. I was 12.

We were in the drive way.
My brother Justin and my mom was arguing and shouting.

"You don't have the right to tell me what to do and what not to do!" Justin shouted at mom.

Mom was crying.
"I want us all to stay together. I won't let you leave! You have to stay!"

"Don't be selfish! I have to do this. I want to go to college somewhere far from here! I want a future."

I was crying by then. I want him to be happy but I want him to stay. We were so close. He walked up to me and hugged me. I was so confused at what's happening too.

"I love you Jesse. Okay?" He kissed my forehead and walked to his motorcycle. He was mad and furious but I can see sadness. He loves my mom. I understand that my mom can't stand anymore loss after my dad died. But Justin needs this. losing dad was hard enough but Justin deserves freedom.

He mounted his bike and stormed away. We used to ride together. He would bring me to school with his bike sometimes.

And then with one swift, he crashed.

We stood there. Stunned. I saw how it happened. It was so vivid. I just stood there. Until I heard sirens came. But just like what happened to my dad, they were already too late. He's gone. Forever gone.

It never left my mind. My mom and I had to see a psychiatrist together. I was scared of motorcycles thinking it might happen to anyone. Being near a bike makes me remember it all. But with Russ that day. I felt safe. Too safe. I don't know why.

I got home and still no sign of mom. I texted her and asked when will she be back. She told me she extended her stay, they organize conventions and seminars, and now that she's the head of the department, she needs to be there at all times. Great. Forever alone.

Sunday passed and Monday came. I walked by Russ a few times. I can feel him stare at me but we never talked. I handed him his hoodie that morning and said thanks but he didn't say a word. Just a simple nod.

In history, I got too bored and went to the comfort room to wash my hands and it's also an excuse to stand up. I dried my hands and went out. Then I felt someone grabbed me, I was prepared to scream but it didn't come out because that someone was holding my mouth shut. I was dragged into a dark room. Or Im guessing the janitor's closet! Wow. Original. My heart was beating fast and Im already planning how to escape when I heard a familiar voice.

"Don't scream. I won't hurt you."
It was Russ. He turned me around but didn't open the lights. I can't see anything but I can feel him. His hands were holding my waist for balance.

Im sort of freaking out. My mind is freaking out but something made my stomach turn in excitement. But then I realized that this asshole grabbed me into the janitor's closet when Im supposed to be in class! Jerk!

"What the hell? Why did you drag me here?!" I hissed at him. Careful to not have us overheard by other students passing by although I doubt there will be anyone since they are all in class.

He didn't say anything. But he was breathing hard. Then silence. After awhile.

"Can I kiss you Jesse?"

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A/N

Whoa. Bad boy's asking for permission? But why?

How was it? :)