The Badboy and The Jailbird

Chapter 11 "What the shit?"

I wake up on the ground. There is an olive-skinned, brown-haired boy laying about 3 feet from me. The damp ground, layered with dirt and grass, is pressed up against my back. 

My first thought: I'm supposed to be dead.

I sit up, using my hands to brace me. "What the shit?" Standing up, I feel a pain in my head. My right-hand goes straight to a gash on the right side. "The fuck?"

When my voice echoes yet again, the boy stirs and sits up, rubbing his eyes. He has a hint of Latino, and maybe Filipino in him. By far, the mysterious boy is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. As he stands, I see his full lips tug into a smirk.

Putting out his large hand, he introduces himself with a voice that is smooth and deep. "Hi, my name is Baxter Michaels Dalton." Looking to my head, he continues, "Sorry about that gash." He smiles.

"Oh... by the way, I saved your ass." He grins even wider.

 I shake his hand, pulling him in close. In his ear, I whisper, "No you didn't."

With a suspicious look, he lets go of my hand. "You got a name or not?"

I stare at him. He has dark blue-ish, hazel eyes. Baxter is wearing a light gray hoodie with a black windbreaker and jeans.

"Blue." He chuckles.

"What is that, like some kind of Beyoncé or Rhianna shit?" I snicker.

"Brody." He smiles when I say my name meant for a boy.

I feel a sharp pain in my side. Lifting up my shirt, I see a huge bruise.

"Woah." Of course, I forgot about my scares. I quickly tug down my shirt and look away. "What are those from? Fire?" His eyes widen as I put on the Vans jacket that I had taken off last night. It is cold but somehow comforting.

"You are that girl from the morfire all those years ago." My previously silvery-blue eyes turned a dark gray.

"What?" My jaw clenches and the boy backs up.

"It's what the people at the station call it. The fire station." He explains how his father was one of the first ones on the scene and how it was most likely him who helped get us out of there. "My father's name is Damien Dalton."

I definitely recognized the name but I didn't remember the face.

I calmed down a bit. Looking at the deep crevasse below I start to think about why I was jumping in the first place. The river seems so peaceful and soothing now, with its waters rising.

"So will you try to jump again?" I don't answer for a while. Instead, I walk over to a tall pine tree and sit down.

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"No." He nods and saunters over to join me on the ground littered with pine needles.

"So. You want me to drop you off at your house?" His eyes bore into me. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to go anywhere, so I shook my head.

As I was picking up my shoes and socks, he started speaking again.

"Come home with me then." I looked at him suspiciously, as he rose from the ground.

"And why would I want to do that?" He walked towards me. Then put his hand on my back and pulled me even closer.

"I want to make you feel wanted."

Then he kissed me. At first, I didn't know what was happening, but after a few seconds, I responded. I mean, I had just met this boy and I didn't know anything about him.

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We were in Baxter's 2 doors, jeep. I kept looking over at him. The morning sun made his skin looks like glitter. I chuckled to myself when I thought that he could be a vampire. The glittering boy turns to me and smiles. I offer a subtle smile in return. Then, as a Kawasaki speeds past us, I remember my motorbike.

"Shit. I drove my bike there." Baxter turns his head in disbelief, then back to the road.

"You rode a bike? All the way from the city?" I scoffed.

"No, moron. A motorcycle." He smirked and looked over.

"We can get it tomorrow."

I laughed as we pulled into what I assumed was his garage.