The Bad Boy Likes Me?

At The Bad Boy's House

Derek's car was colder than usual when I stepped inside. I stared out the window while he drove a little over the speed limit. I heard him humming along to some punk-rock song on the radio. I closed my eyes for a second before drumming my fingers along to the beat. 

We entered a neighbourhood and passed a couple of streets before we pulled up into the driveway of a large house.

"Here we are," his deep voice announces.

I stepped out of his car and widened my eyes at the sight in front of me. Wow. His house was way bigger than mine. The cream colored mansion shined as the sun shone down on it, causing me to squint to get a better look at it.  I noticed a marble fountain towards the right of the lawn with water spurting out of it. An angel was perched on top of it. 

I turn to look at Derek, who's already staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Nice house," I compliment. He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck before stepping in front of me, leading me to the tall front door. He opens the door for me and I step inside and tilt my head all the way back just to look at the tall ceilings. There's a brown, circular table in front of me along with two flights of spiral staircases leading up to the second floor. Derek walks in front of me leading to what I think is the living room. I'm proven wrong when I spot stainless steel appliances. The kitchen's countertops are granite and there are lots of cabinets. I look around the spacious room before landing on a pair of eyes. 

"I didn't know you had such a nice house."

"Yeah, well there's a lot you don't know about me," he smirks before setting his backpack down on a large table .

*

We start working immediately with the project. We had to keep re-summarizing because Derek was getting a bit distracted on his phone.

"...then when Huckleberry goes to-"

"I'm bored," he interrupts, scooting closer to me. 

"That was random," I look away and admire the large refrigerator.

He scoots his chair back and stands up to walk away.

"Where are you going?" I follow closely behind him.

"You'll find out soon enough." I can almost see the smirk on his face.

He stands in front of two large white doors leading to the backyard. He unlocks them and steps outside. There's a couple of tanning chairs and a large pool with a hot tub. There's a large area of grass leading to a dock with a boat. He makes his way over to one of the tanning chairs and sits down. I sit on the one next to it. 

"What are we doing out here?" I ask.

He doesn't say anything. He just stares at the pool with a smile on his face. 

He stands up from the chair and removes his shirt. Woah. He's turned away from me so I can see his defined back muscles. He starts unbuckling his belt and I realize that he's going into the water. 

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," he flashes his signature smirk at me. He takes one last look at me before jumping into the crystal clear blue water. Seconds later, his head re-appears. He removes the hair stuck on his forehead. 

"Come in! The water's perfect," he splashes a bit of water and it lands on my feet.

"I don't have a swimsuit."

"So?" He frowns at me.

I know there really is no difference between a swimsuit and your bra and underwear but there was no way I was stripping in front of Derek Barlow.