The Bad Boy Stole My Diary

Chapter 6

Flynn Freaking Davis is kissing me.

My heart is pounding in my chest. What is going on? Snap out of it Lennon! He is just doing this to get a reaction out of you!

Before he can deepen the kiss, I pull away and take a few steps back.

"What the heck was that for?!" I yell at Flynn.

"What?" Flynn questions with a slight smirk. "You didn't like it?"

"This was not part of the deal Flynn! I really don't appreciate just being kissed off guard like that!" I reply, getting angrier by the second.

"I only did that because our parents were watching." He says while rolling his eyes, like it was no big deal.

"Still! The deal was to go on a few measly dates and make your mom think we are dating. Not all the PDA and crap." I retort.

"I'm thinking of a new addition to the deal." He says with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh no," I say with a groan.

"Meet me on the roof in 30 minutes." Flynn says back, as he dashes into his house before I can utter another word.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. What have I gotten Myself into?

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45 minutes later, I'm still sitting on my roof, waiting for Flynn.

I guess he isn't coming. I think to myself.

I look around one last time in hopes of seeing him, then start to head back down to my window.

Just as I am about to slip in, I notice that Flynn's window is open. Should I look in to see if he is there?

After two minutes of debating in my head whether I should or not, I eventually decide I should. I'll just peak my head in to see if he is in there. If he is, ill ask if he's coming. If he isn't, i'll just go back to my room and go to sleep.

I make the small leap from my window ledge to his and pull back the curtains ever so slightly. Let me tell you, what i see is the exact opposite of what I expect to see.

The first thing that I notice is how clean and organized his bedroom is. His walls are a very light grey and he has one wall that has shelves that are full of books. He also has a wooden desk in one corner of his room. I look over to his bed and see Flynn hunched over with his head in his hands, slightly shaking.

I could just back out and pretend that I didn't see anything, but something urges me to stay.

I push the curtain back farther and he jerks his head up to look at me. His face is tear stained and he looks so vulnerable. He puts his hands back on his face and doesn't say a word.

I enter his room and make my way over to his bed. Unsure how I should approach the situation, I sit down next to him and place my hand on his back.

After a few minutes of silence, besides the occasional sniffle, Flynn finally speaks.

"Why are you over here?" He says in a quiet voice.

"You were supposed to meet me on the roof 20 minutes ago. I was just going to check if you were ok." I reply.

"Oh. Sorry." Flynn says back.

"What's wrong?" I ask in a quiet voice.

"Nothing." He replies, as he continues to look away from me.

"Something must be wrong. There has to be a reason that you are sitting in your room crying."

"Just don't worry about it. It's not your problem."