Sleeping With The Bad Boy

He planted a kiss on my neck, one of his hands on my waist, the other holding on for support.
"Just close your eyes" he whispered to me. And I did. The water was cold against our skin but his body was warm and comfortable.

*Let's go back to 5 hours earlier.*

I woke up to my alarm but stayed in bed for awhile. Different thoughts running on my mind.

You may say that Im such a cry baby. That Im shallow. But Im not. Just a bit. Okay a lot. Fine I am! But what can I do? I can't say no to his charm. And for your information he was wrong for saying Im innocent. Let me tell you something about myself.

I know stuff like.... you know... love.... sex..... and magic just like the song. I have a tattoo on the side of my body saying 'hope' and no one knows it except for me and the tattoo artist. Yep. I never told anyone. I've had some boyfriends in the past. See? Im not innocent but Im not a slut. I just can't act coordinately when he's near.

That was so out of the topic. But Im feeling paranoid. Days have passed and still we're not in talking terms. Of course I hate him but ignoring each other is also not helping.

I was late for school today. While getting my books from my locker people were already disappearing into their classrooms. I made no effort to hurry up. This is just not my day. I walked slowly and I took my time very well when someone grabbed me into the side.

"What the hell do you want?" Here we go again.

"Let's go" then he stared to drag me out. This man is out of his mind. I followed anyway.

Have you ever had that feeling where in you hated that person but somehow you find yourself still talking to that person? Even if all you do is argue, there's this point where in you're in good terms for only a minute? Because that's how I feel towards him.

I surrendered and let him drag me.
"Where are we going?"

I noticed the bags under his eyes. He seemed a but troubled. And sad.
"Just put this on" he gave me the helmet. "And shut up"

We mounted his bike. I seem to conquer my fear when Im with him. Like everything's going to be fine. We stopped at his house and he didn't say anything. I followed him in. We went straight into one of the hallways and I saw a pool, stone tables, but what really caught my eyes are the paintings, fresh canvas.

"Did you do this?" I asked him. Dazzled. They are beautiful. Full of emotions. So colorful. All abstracts and looking at it makes me feel free.

"Yeah.... Um I do it when I get bored"

He seemed a little embarrassed but I don't think he has a reason to be.

"Nice. So why the hell did you drag me all the way to your home?"
I asked him with my brows raised in curiosity.

He thought about it and answered with a smirk.
"Because I want to. You said we don't know each other. Let's do that."

"On a school day? Are you trying to get me in trouble?" I started to panic a little, what if my mom finds out?

"It's all extra curricular activities today don't worry" Then he took off his shirt and pants, standing there with his boxers is hot............... And alarming.

"What are you doing?" I asked. Then he dived into the pool. He laughed and splashed me with water.

"Stop it!" He didn't. He just kept splashing water and laughing.
"Please stop it." When he saw my face clear with seriousness he stopped and went out of the water.