The Hazards of Hating the Bad Boy (#2 of The Hazards Series)

*Chapter 3 - Jealousy match*

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VIVIENNE

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'Vivienne.' He called again, waving his hand in front of my face. I stared blankly. I admit, I was extremely shocked. How did he find out where I lived?

'Vivienne.' 

The third time, I could comprehend the slight irritation in his voice. I snapped out of my trance and immediately stepped back, slapping a hand to my mouth. 

'What the hell are you doing here? How do you know where I live?' I asked, trying in vain to contain my psychotic antics of screaming. I seriously needed a therapist. 

He scratched the back of his awkwardly and smiled softly. It melted my heart and I almost reminisced the my feelings. Almost. Then, Cass' supportive smiles appeared in my head and both thoughts vanished. 

 'May I come in?' He asked, being uncharacteristically polite. 

'No!'

He raised his brow at my outburst and I could feel the heat pooling in my face. Vivienne Eleanor Primrose, you are a psycho!

'I-I mean, no. Not until you tell me why you're here and how you found out my address.' I managed to spit  out before I became a babbling mess.

'I would tell you. If you let me in instead of standing by the door like two idiots.' He grinned, his eyes sparkling. I didn't understand why he was so happy around him. I broke our "relationship" before it even began and chose my best friend over him twice. Was he stupid or ignorant?

'Why can't you tell me here?' I crossed my eyes, attempting to look intimidating. Gosh, only if Tori was here. She was the intimidation queen. 

'Because if we break into a fight, I don't think you want your neighbors spreading rumors about it.' He stated, subtly nodding behind him. I stood on my tip toes to see bunch of girls and guys gossiping. Right. I forgot that I lived with mouthy high schoolers. Oops.

'Right. Sorry.' 

I let him in, pushing the door shut behind him. He walks in, looking around like a tourist in Buckingham Palace. I sigh. I had a bad feeling about this. 

'Make yourself at home, I guess.' I muttered, as he toured the house without any permission whatsoever. That was something of his old self. He never asked for permission to do anything he wanted. He was his own person.

While he skimmed the shelves for pictures of my family - although there weren't many as our family was as distant as God and his worshipers - I made myself useful and walked into the kitchen again, grabbing another bottle of water as well as mine. My eyes lingered on the skittles scattered on the counter and grimaced.

When I re-entered the living room, he was finally situated on the armchair. I faintly smiled. That was my favourite chair.

'Here.' I threw him his bottle of water and as expected, he caught it with ease. Screw his fast reflexes and athletic ways. I couldn't save myself from a single skittle and he could catch a whole bottle without much thought. Life was very unfair.

Shut up, Vivienne, my conscience spoke. You're only trying to distract yourself from him. 

My conscience was a bitch.

'Thanks.' He said, twisting open the plastic cap and taking a swig. 'I wanted to... continue the conversation before you left.'

I sighed.

'Beau, I told you, I don't deserve you. You're better off with another girl than a bitch like me who dropped the person she cherished for redemption of her friend. You deserve someone that would be by your side no matter what.' I told him, giving him a little insight. He shook his head, slightly aggravated.