The Bad Boy's Request.

Chapter 13: Welcome To My World, S.

I'm not gonna update this story any longer because there is a new bad boys request and its called 'his only request' Its the same story but detailed. Check that out if still want to continue this story.

Sorry for this. Loveeeeee meh.

I WANT A PUPPY. I WANT TO EAT CHOCOLATES. I WANT TO SEE HARRY. I WANT TO KISS LUKE ON THE CHEEK. I WANT TO HUG KY ( Kylie_skittles ) PERSONALLY! Like dayumm.

OKay I will shuddap now. 

But wait, send me some covers/photo edits on twittah? > @sayHarryStyles  

Tweet me okay? So we can share Mic. 

CHAPTER XIII

 

Sarah's POV

 "So good girl..." He smirked.

"Don't you ever call me a good girl." I scrunched my eyebrows.

  He chuckled and I sighed.   It's been an hour and we are still walking through dirty holes (by that, I mean...a hole...not really a hole. Ah yes a tunnel with a spray can arts around.) It really stinks here though.  

"Seriously, where are we?" I crossed my arms and stop walking.

  "Sheesh Sar, you'll know if we ever get there." He said then he steped closer to me, and leaned in. "Besides if don't hurry, someone will see us and..." He gulped, " ...and kill us." He looks at me with serious eyes.

  I rolled my eyes, and step back. "Nice try, Michael."  I said while walking again.  

The rest of the tiring, endless walking was fun. Well, he never makes me bored. Like when things are kind of getting awkward, he walks faster and faster and making me walk really fast too, and as a result we end up running for nothing.    

For some reason whenever he rests his arm around my shoulders and begins telling me endless stories, it makes me blush. I don't why. I should be keeping my distance to him, but how?  

First, I lived in his house.  

Second, there are some rules.  

Stupid isn't it, but I just have to go with the flow, for mom.    

I saw a super bright light.   

"There's our destination." He grinned widely.  

As we get closer, I saw it. A boxing ring. Wow.                     

"OMG, like that was the best!" I giggled.  

"A couple of POW wows and BAM he's dead.” He replied while pretending he was the fighter.  Wait. He is really a fighter.  

When we saw the boxing ring, I thought it was a simple place for practicing but no, it was a stadium.  

We sat in the front seat. It was pretty cool actually.   

"Hey, thanks for showing that." I smiled while eating my fries.

"Why did we actually go there? It’s not that I don't like it either I-- "   

"That's where I fight every weekend."  He said proudly. He acted like it was nothing at all, but I know, there's a reason why he got up to that.