Basorexia

Chapter Four

Sitting outside for lunch, my gaze fell to Grant as Rae disclosed the details of her most recent sexual experience. Nodding and smiling to her to appear as though I was listening, she continued on and on, as I just thought what I had done to make Grant so angry. Truth of it was, we had not bearing on each other, but I think we both felt something we didn't know how to explain.

Something lustful. Something confusing.

By the end of the day, I found there was nothing but glares from him towards me. Frustrated by this, I attempted to follow him after school, but heard the engine of his bike rev and knew I had to book it in order to catch him. Just before he took off, I leaped in front of him, my handles on the bars.

"Move." He said coldly as I shook my head.

"No." I challenged back.

"Move or get on."

I smirked before placing my hands on his shoulders and being whisked away from school and to an unknown location. Pulling into an automotive shop, I removed myself from the bike as he didn't do anything but place his kickstand down. I followed him inside as three men acknowledged him, but he disregarded me. Pulling me up to the loft, he threw his bag on the couch before staring at me, as if trying to read my mind.

"Do you-"

"Shhh!" He said rudely as I sat their quietly, but his gaze only intensified on me.

"Should I go-"

"I'm trying to find out what you want."

"You can just ask-"

"Alright. What do you want?" He glared towards me, picking me apart by each action I did.

"With what?"

"This..." He said as he motioned between him and I-first pointing at himself, then to me.

"I don't want anything."

"You don't want to just use me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Look. You have daddy issues...and I have a motorcycle...and a reputation-"

"You think I'm with you to get at him? I'm hanging out with you because you don't judge me. You don't make me feel like I need to be perfect-you make me feel like it's okay to be risque and rebellious. You are easy to talk to."

"Then why not take me up on my offer?"

"If you were to show up at my house...my dad would certainly have you killed-I swear to gosh, he's done it before...No actual proof."

His face then softened.

"What did you think I wanted?"

"Girls come to me to...show off. And it felt like you were doing the same..."

"Sorry to disappoint you...but I actually find you intriguing. For some twisted reason, you make me feel better."

"I'm sorry. For...thinking the worst..."

"I can't blame you...I mean...my reputation-"

"Oh shut up...here...I'll show you around."

He got up from the couch and offered his hand before moving towards the hall. To the left was a kitchen and a bathroom across from it. The two doors ahead hid an office and a bedroom-the room was riddled with posters of bands and CDs plastered all around the room. A stereo sat on a makeshift table from magazines along with dark curtains that darkened the room.