The Good Bad Boy

Maybe

Daniels POV

My alarm goes off at 10, I don't know why I bother I hardly sleep at all.

I sit up and the reoccurring thought plays in my mind. I'm an idiot. Complete idiot. She probably didn't want to kiss me, she didn't kiss back. She didn't really have that choice anyway. This wasn't the plan. Damn it.

I walk downstairs and make myself coffee. Amy doesn't come down. Probably avoiding me. Once the mug is empty I open the dishwasher and see that there is a mug already in there. Mum is probably still in her room and my father probably left early like always, he never stays here other than some nights and Saturday lunches. Doesn't even eat because he hates it here.

Amy is awake then. I go upstairs and up the smaller stairs. The attic has been renovated to a gym, we had no use for it until the guidance counsellor said I should find a way to channel my anger.

I work out solidly for an hour. Every thought of last night makes me push harder, and at the rate of the thoughts I'm going to be in pain tomorrow.

I wipe off the sweat and walk down to have a shower. Once I am dressed I walk to my bed but something catches my eye. I look out of my window and see Amy walking around the garden with earphones in and a book in her hands. She stayed.

Amy's POV

I fill my brain with music and words but it's failing. My lips still tingle sometimes. My first kiss was stolen, stolen by a bad boy. A bad boy who beats people up, smokes, rides a motorcycle like a suicidal person, but is also kind, understanding and amusing.

I get a headache and I lower my book and take out the earphones. I have to focus on school. I promised my mum. But I can do both... No, he was tired. This doesn't mean anything, then why am I thinking about this so much.

This is going to kill me.

I know I shouldn't. I can't, but if it will help... I slowly open the drinks cupboard and I pour myself a shot of anything. My hand grips it and I drink it.

I scrunch my face. It's bitter but warm. I find it gross but it has silenced my brain at least a little.

"A bit early to start shots isn't it?" I hear and I jump.

"Shit fuck." I say to myself as I manage to not fall over.

"You're going to kill me." I say.

"I didn't know you drank." Daniel says and leans on the counter.

"I don't." I grunt as I put the bottle away and I was out the glass.

His face fills with guilt but it soon fades.

"Sorry, about last night. I was just tired." He says. Just what thought, I should be relived shouldn't I.

"It's ok, I understand." I say.

"Yeah, that's good. I didn't want to push you to this." He says.

"It's fine." I say. It's just my first kiss.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yes." I say angrily.

"It was your first kiss wasn't it?" He asks.

"Pshh no. I've kissed loads of people." I say but it sounds like I'm trying to convince myself, which in truth I obviously am.

"I didn't know." He says.

"It's ok, just use your brain once in a while. Now, Oscar Wilde is waiting for me." I say angrily and I take the book from the counter and walk to my room.