The Bad Boy Saved My Life

Chapter 4:

A/N: Inappropriate language in this chapter. So cover your ears. Haha. But read on...

Drake POV:

I really shouldn't have let Kimmy- or was it Ashley- do that to Rachel. I should have said something. I'm so stupid. I just let her run away. Like the stupid coward I am. 

Yeah I know what your thinking. But the bad boy isn't a coward. He's a BAD BOY! The hell I am. A bad boy wouldn't have let an innocent girl get slapped across the face and insulted by a bimbo that isn't worth a cent.

"Drake-y. Babe come on. Let's finish what was going on before that bitch interrupted us." Ashley/Kimmy said.

"No. And you know what? Don't you dare lay a finger on her ever again. You or your stupid cheer whores," I spat. "I mean seriously. Calling Rachel a bitch? Look at yourself. So desperate, so you throw yourself at anyone that has a dick! Jeez. Close your legs for once and shut the fuck up!" 

Okay. Now that the real bitch is over with, I need to go find Rachel. I need her. She probably ran to that park she used to play at in fifth grade. 

Yeah, I know. Stalker much? 

"Hey Drake! Waddup man. You get laid or what?" 

"Or what." I answered

"Can you drive me somewhere Cade?"

"Yeah. Where man?"

"That park on 5th Boulavard."

"Why man? You looking for a milf? 'Cause I'm in!" Cade replied with the rest of my boys nodding along with him.

"Fuck no! I just need to look for someone! So hurry up!"

Rachel POV:

Don't stop running. Don't look back. Don't stop running. Don't look back. I repeated in my head. 

The more I thought about the way Drake just stood there, his gaze so distant. He didn't care that I was getting assaulted verbally and physically. After all, who would you rather defend; a bimbo who you could get lucky with, or the nerd girl that gets bullied?

He probably didn't help me because it would hurt his bad boy "reputation".

Why was I so fucking stupid? Like he would actually care to help me? Didn't you learn Rachel that nobody will ever be there for you? You will be all alone, I thought to myself. At least that way they won't have an opportunity to break down your walls and hurt you more.

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Once I finally reached the park, I sat down on the swings and closed my eyes. I willed myself not to cry. I just need to think.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a group of boys coming near me. I saw them glaring at me so I got up and started to walked away.

I barely made it five steps when a boy that looked a foot taller than me caught up to me and grabbed my wrist.

His muscles were bulging at his grip and he pulled me towards the other boys.

I realized that I know them, I know each boy. By name, but there were too many, so let's just say that they're the football team members.

"Let go of me or I'm telling Tyler!" I screamed

"Oh sweet cheeks, you won't be telling Tyler anything. I will be sure of that," A boy with black shaggy hair and stronger muscles than the guy who's holding me spoke. I was confused as to what he said until I saw a shiny silver thing in his hand.

My eyes practically popped out of their sockets after seeing that. The guy with the shaggy hair, who is the linebacker I believe, and also the holder of the knife, must've noticed because he grinned and said, "Oh, don't worry Rachel. This won't hurt...for us."

I felt it plunge into my stomach and that's when everything went black.