The Badboy and The Jailbird

Chapter 16 "Just a harmless touch of the lips... right?"

"Well, Fuck."

Taylor sits on my bed. His eyes are frantically moving all over my body like he is afraid I will disappear. 

I am slightly embarrassed but just casually start to get dressed. Why the hell did I let him kiss me?

All of a sudden, the bare-chested boy is sneaking his arms around my half-naked body.

"What do you think you are doing with these clothes?" His voice sounds huskier and that makes shivers run throughout my body. I turn in his grip and knee him in the balls. An unearthly shrill comes out of his mouth and I laugh struggling to pull on my shirt.

Tay is on the floor clutching his dick for dear life with a face as red as blood. I walk downstairs ungracefully and with no ease at all. I stumble at the bottom only to be caught by my sister who looks relaxed.

"What happened to you? Did you get into an argument with John Bender from the Breakfast Club?" Her face is the definition of worried but I shrug it off and go to the kitchen. Sheila is right behind me but I pretend not to notice. 

"You can't ignore me forever, little one." I scoff.

"Obviously you don't know me." I hear a thump upstairs and then a string of profanities. Taylor limps downstairs holding his junk in one hand and gripping the stair rails for dear life with the other. A chuckle bubbled from Sheila's mouth which makes me laugh.

Sheila walks over to the fridge grabbing a bag of peas and tossing them to the disabled boy. "Did you piss off a feminist or some shit?" He glares and me which causes my sister to do the same. 

I try as hard as I can not to laugh but I can't help it. On the floor, I can't make the laughing stop. "No, but he did make a pass at me." Taylor grunts and walks (or stumbles) up the stairs to his attic. Still, on the floor, I lay back and the cold tile gives me goosebumps. 

Sheila is next to me in a heartbeat. "Why? Did he deserve it?" I grunt not really answering her question. The mood has changed. A heavy air fills the room and I start to cry. Her piercing eyes reach out to mine but I refuse to look. 

Everything is blurry but regardless I stand up and make my way to my room, slowly, for I did just get beat up.

I sit on the bed and start on my Spanish homework, but not before long I hear a knock on my door.

"What the fuck do you want?" A heavy sigh escapes my mouth as a lean back into the soft, comforting pillows. 

"I want to talk." Its clearly Taylor but this is confirmed when he waltzes in and jumps on the bed, landing facing me. 

He probably wants to talk about the kiss but I don't want to so I pay dumb. 

"Well," I stare at him. "What do you want to talk about?"

"You know." He gives me a look that could kill.

"Yeah I do, but what is there to talk about. It was just a harmless touch of the lips... right?" My eyes are piercing into his and he looks uncomfortable.

Slowly, he nods his head while heading for the door. He has a confused look in his eyes when he turns to look back at me. "But it will happen again right?" His eyes are now hopeful.

I'm kind of shocked he asked this, to be honest, but I scoff and put in earbuds.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him open the door and walk out, not closing it behind him.

I take out my earbuds and fall into the bliss that is my pillows. The way he looked at me has me uneasy but I try to let it go. 

The front door opens then shuts downstairs but I take no importance in it.

Instead, I complete my Spanish and math homework. 

Walking downstairs I get a glass of water and see that Jamie is asleep on the couch. My mom isn't home yet and neither is her boyfriend. 

It is now around 9:45 and I are wide awake so I decide to take a ride, and I know exactly where I will go.