Being the Bad Boy's Lover (BxB)

Chapter 6

 It was dark now, a huge bonfire was going, music was blasting and there was tons of people dancing, drinking, and doing whatever else they could think of to have some fun. I was drunk, having had an entire bottle of whisky to myself and several beers. I made sure I was always with someone I knew, Ryder, Luke, Hunter, or Izzy. Things were getting too blurry and I was laughing at nothing, dancing, and talking without a filter. A dangerous game to playing around Ryder at this point. I lost Izzy in the crowd and walked to the side, leaning against a tree to collect myself.

"Hey, the bad boy's bitch made it to the party!" Evan said loudly. I turned to face him and flipped him off.

"Ew no, I'm not gay. Plus that's Ryder job, isn't it." He said tauntingly. I glared at him.

"Leave me alone fuck face." I said straightening up. He laughed and stepped closer, it was clear he had also been drinking.

"You're not even gonna deny it? Wow he's got you on one hell of leash huh? But you're probably into that." He said sneering, taking another step closer.

"I said fuck off asshole." I said glaring. He stepped closer and pushed me.

"Don't talk to me like that you ugly piece of shit. You're nothing but a toy, Ryder's bitch, his plaything, and that's all you'll ever be. He's gonna get you shitfaced and take you home and take advantage of you while you put up a fight, and you'll probably enjoy every second of it you disgusting little faggot." He said shoving me backwards. My fist connected with his jaw and he stumbled back, then I kicked him in the balls and punched him the stomach. He punched me hard in the cheek, then kneed me in the gut.

I just kept swinging, and kicking, and screaming. I wasn't in control anymore, I was bleeding from my nose and my lip, but he looked worse. People were surrounding us now, chanting and yelling, videoing us. I didn't care, I couldn't stop hitting him. I was violently ripped off of him and thrown the ground, then Izzy came into view and held my arms down so I wouldn't get up. I started to struggle and Luke came and held me down too. People were yelling and booing, and I was breathing heavily, my head spinning. I got pulled up onto my feet and dragged to Ryder's car. My shoulder hit the side of the door hard and I grunted, rubbing my arm as I turned around. Ryder was glaring at me, his arms crossed and his jaw set firmly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why in the hell would think getting into a fight with him would be a good idea? Especially here after you've been drinking!?" He yelled stepping closer, his eyes were intense and sharp, and full of nothing but anger. I felt betrayed and hurt, and that boiled into rage quickly.

"I didn't think at all! I'm fucking wasted right now I'm not thinking straight! I told him to fuck off and leave me alone, he kept pushing and saying shit about you and, and of course I fucking punched him! He goddamn deserved it! And I wouldn't be so damn drunk right now if it wasn't for you so you fuck off with that bullshit!" I screamed back. He shoved me back against his car and held me there.

"I didn't make you drink. I didn't tell you to drink or get wasted. Don't you dare blame me when all I've been worried about tonight is you being fucking safe! I don't care what he said about me you shouldn't have swung on him!" He yelled in my face. I was shaking in anger, memories creeping up, tears forming in my eyes. I shoved him hard, making him fall onto the ground. I stood over him with my fists balled.

"It's not just about you! None of this is just about you! It's about me, what he called me, said about me! What said you'd do to me and how I'd feel about it! It's about me! My dad! My horrific fucking past and the damn nightmares I can never fucking forget and my damned feeling for your dumbass and my pathetic fears and emotions that I stupidly thought I could fucking control!" I screamed sobbing. I turned and punched the tree in front of his car and kicked it and leaned my head on it, letting the sobs run through my body, knowing there was no point in fighting them at this point. His hands were on my shoulders and he lead me to the passenger seat, sat me down and shut the door. I leaned my head back against the seat and shut my eyes, pulling my hair as I cried. Ryder got in and started the car, driving back down the bike trail and out onto the road again. I cried the entire ride to his house.

When we got out I stopped and starred at the door, tears still streaming down my face.

"Why are we here?" I asked, he put his arm around my shoulder and started to lead me up the walkway.

"Because I'm taking you home to your mother in this condition." He said opening the door. The house was empty, all the lights were off and it was silent inside. He lead into a large room and turned the light on, then sat me down on the brown suede couch.

"I'm gonna grab a water and some Advil. Are you hungry or anything?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck, I shook my head, starring at the floor. He walked away and I just sat there feeling lost and empty. I was mad at myself for drinking so much, and I had cried all the tears I had, the memory still dancing in the back of my mind, haunting me. Ryder was in front of me again, handing me an opened water bottle and a small blue gel capsule. I took both slowly and swallowed the pill, handing the water bottle back.

"Thank you." I said quietly, my voice was horse. He sat next to me on the couch and handed me a damp washcloth. I looked at it for a moment then back at him confused.

"For your face, you're still bleeding." He said, I nodded and held it up to my nose but just kept it there. he sighed and took it from me, wiping under my nose and my lip gently. I starred at his eyes, they were softer now, and focused as he cleaned my face. I shivered and he stopped, looking me in my eyes.

"Ryder..." I whispered. He put the rag down and got up, and opened my mouth but didn't say anything, I just watched him gather a blanket from the other couch and a pillow. He held his empty hand out to me and I took it. He pulled me up off the couch and lead me up the stairs, to his bedroom. He let go of my hand and turned on the light, then shut the door. I leaned on it as he made up the bed, I was fairly big, I was guessing a queen size. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. I watched as he pulled his shirt off, his back flexing as he did so, and then as he started to unbutton his jeans. My face got hot and I turned to face the wall.

"Pants are on now." He said with a small chuckle, I turned around to see him facing me. His sweatpants were on, fitting loosely around his waist, showing the band of his boxers. He started to pull on the shirt, I couldn't help but stare at his chest and abs as he did. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

"Never seen a guy change before, or do you just find me that attractive?" He asked smirking. I blushed and looked at the floor. He walked over and handed me a pair of sweatpants and a light gray shirt.

"These should fit, put them. They'll be more comfortable to sleep in." He said, I nodded and turned toward the wall again, feeling self-conscious as I quickly changed. The pants were a tad to big, but the still fit, and they were comfier than jeans. I turned back around and looked at Ryder, who was sitting on his bed smirking at me with his eyebrows raised.

"Um.. Thanks." I said clearing my throat, and nodded and walked over to me, pushing some of my hair out of my face.

"You know, you seem much more shy now than you did at the party." He said, resting his hand on my shoulder. I blinked and chuckled nervously.

"Oh um... Sorry, I guess I cried most of the alcohol out during the ride here." I said attempting to be funny, he smiled. His other hand was on the wall, making it so I could side away from him.

"So, your damned feelings for me, do they happen to be good?" He asked after a second. My face was burning and my heart was beating so fast I could hear it.

"I.. uh... Um I didn't... I mean..." I was stammering, looking for something to say. He looked me straight in the eyes.

"Yes or no Aaron? That's all I'm asking for." He said, his hand finding it's way from the wall to my side.

"Yes." I whispered looking from his eyes to his lips, he smiled and I closed my eyes as his hand slid down to my waist. He pressed his body against mine and I felt his warm, soft lips on mine. Gently he kisses me, slow and soft. He pulled away and I slowly opened my eyes, lightheaded. He was smiling at me. I touched my lips and started to smile.

"Did that... Did we just, like, that actually just happened?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I don't know, I guess we'll have to kiss again, just to make sure." He said, and with that his lips were on mine again, this time not as gentle, but still slow and soft. His tongue traced my lip and he pulled away.

"Let's get some sleep." He said taking my hand an pulling to his bed. We laid down and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling my body close to his so we were spooning. I quickly fell asleep, comfortably in his arms, under the blankets.