The Badboy and The Jailbird

Chapter 6 "Movie night"

I looked at Taylor and scrunched my nose.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that." My face must have displayed my current feelings because then Taylor said, "Oh but your eyes say it all. You're blushing too."

My hands shoot to my face, trying to cover up my cheeks, but I only feel my face getting hotter. Standing up, I tell him to leave. Taylor gets up and walks to a different room. I'm too embarrassed to care at the moment.

After getting some water and grabbing a Milky Way, I walk back into the living room deciding to watch a movie. Halfway into picking a movie, Taylor comes in.

"What are we watching?" He walks over to the couch and lays down on it, looking at me.

I finally decide on something with action, romance, and comedy. Dead pool. Walking over to the DVD player, I trip of the coffee table and fall, hitting my head on the edge. Taylor is there in a second, assessing the damage.

Everything feels fuzzy but I try to get up. He notices this and picks me up, like how a groom picks up a bride. Taylor sets me down on the couch and tells me not to get up. He then walks into the kitchen. Disregarding his comment I sit up, wincing at the growing pain in my head. Ice pack and aspirin in hand, Taylor kneels in front of me.

I feel a hand on my temple and notice it's his. "I see no blood but it looks like a bruise is starting to form. Here put this on it." The ice pack is now in my hand. I see his mouth moving but don't hear anything coming out. After it stops I say in a confused tone, "What?"

A worried look appears on his face and he repeats what he said before. "I think you should lay down and rest for a while." I scoff and start to get up, but then a big arm is in my way. I start to whine and push the arm out of the way. Wobbly, I walk over to where I dropped the disc and put it in the player, turning on the Tv.

Struggling to get back to the couch, I feel Taylor pull me to the couch so that I'm sitting next to him. The next thing I know an ice pack is in my head and aspirin is being held up to me. I reject it by throwing it at the Tv where Ryan Reynolds is explaining why he is Dead Pool.

"I don't take pills," I say with an attitude. I expect Taylor to question me, mock me, or both but instead he just says, "Okay."

At about the scene where Wade discovers he has cancer, I start feeling drowsy. I groan, kick my feet up, and lay my head in Taylor's lap, my head throbbing.

I wake to a heavy feeling on my chest and someone unlocking the door. It's Saturday so I don't have to worry about school thankfully.

My mom works a few counties over, at the hospital where she's an assistant RN. Apparently, she's been staying at a hotel there with Taylor Jr., and her boyfriend (He's a fireman). Don't ask me why but apparently they wanted to check out the place for their "upcoming wedding." But they aren't even engaged.

Then there is my sister, Sheila. She goes to school at the University of Oregon. She comes home when she can but that's not often.

The person struggles to open it a bit but finally steps inside.

I see that it's Sheila. Looking over, she sees me and smirks. "Hey, sis." Since I'm still a bit fuzzy, I'm confused as to why but then I notice that the weight on my chest was Taylor's arm wrapped around me. I jump up, un-gracefully, and he groans, rolling over.

I turn to Sheila and start to talk. "This is not what it looks like!" Taylor groans again and sits up, rubbing his face. Sheila starts to talk again. "So who are you? Just another nobody my sister has slept with?"

The confused boy looks over at me. "You didn't tell me you had a sister."

"You didn't ask."

He walks over and sticks out his hand. "I'm Taylor Cartel. I did not sleep with your sister and I think I live here now." Sheila's eyes get bigger at the mention of his moving in and she turns to me.

"Does mom know about this?" I shrug.

"We're you going to tell mom about this?" She gestures to Taylor.

"Of course I was, just not right away." And I was telling the truth. Sheila nods and takes off the Santa Cruz sweatshirt she had on, revealing her Caribbean blue tank top. She walks over and hugs me hello and we exchange a couple of words about jail.

"Whoa, what happened?" Taylor moves closer to Sheila, pointing at her arm.

The scars. We both have them, but I just have mine in less obvious places. Sheila's go from her wrist to below her breast, along with some on her foot.

She looks and her arm and her face hardens. She visibly gulps and Taylor notices. "Oh. I'm sorry for mentioning it. You don't have to talk about it." I speak up. "How about we sit down." Sheila nods and moves to sit on the couch.

It seems as though this boy will be in my life whether I like it or not, and for some reason, I want to tell him everything. I ponder different ways to start the story before Sheila starts talking. "It started with Jessie."