My Badboy

Chapter 2

Kit and I walked along after school with our textbooks and jabbering about the first day. Our skirts flapped in the gentle breeze and the noise our shoes made on the pavement carried down the vacant street. Jasmine had been driven home by James so it was just the two of us. I waved my arms in the air for emphasis while telling Kit about the incident with Chad. I talked animatedly until I noticed I didn't know where we were.

"Uh, Kit? Where exactly are we?" I looked quizzically around. We were in a sort of shopping center or something because I saw a couple of convenience stores and gas stations, with a pizza shop on the corner.

"I decided to take you to the best ice cream shop around!!" She marched straight up to a shop I hadn't seen when I had surveyed the square. It had a faded sign on the door saying "Ye Ole Fashioned". Kit held the door open and we walked toward the front counter. The boy behind it straightened up as we examined the different flavors. He gave us a wink and Kit beamed at him.

"How may I assist you beautiful ladies today?" he turned his gaze on me and gave me a warm smile. We both giggled and Kit spoke up,

"I know I'd like the strawberry ice cream please." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and batted her eyelashes. Oh good lord Kit lol. I leaned forward on the counter,

"and I'd like the chocolate mousse ice cream please." He nodded, "Cone or Cup?" "Cone." Kit and I said in unison. He flashed a smile again and served us our desserts. Kit paid and we took two stools near the counter. The boy proceeded to clean the counter with a rag, glancing our direction a couple of times.

I leaned over the small table toward Kit and whispered, "Have you seen that cutie here before?"

"Oooooh yeaaaaa," she giggled, "Isn't he hot? He's been working here since last year. His name is Thomas." I giggled with glee,

"And he's very well toned isn't he!" Kit agreed, "He's a surfer. Boy, what I'd give to see him without that wet suit covering those muscles." Kit continued describing him, but I saw him walking toward us, untying his apron as he made his way. I blinked at Kit trying to give her a hint but she kept blathering about his muscles and tan/golden skin. I saw him smirk and he winked at me. Shit Kit shut up! I smacked her arm and she stopped, "What? Don't you agree?" I ignored her question and greeted Thomas. He replied hello with a very cocky smirk.

Kit whirled around blushing, "Um hey, how much did you hear?" he laughed nonchalantly, "Oh only about my nice abs and golden skin and deep gorgeous brown eyes." Kit turned an extraordinary shade of purple. I stifled a giggle as he pulled up a stool.

"So, what are you fine ladies doing 'round here? Are either of you busy this weekend?" He turned to each of us with a twinkle in his eye, resting his elbows on the table. Oh god those biceps, yummy...Ack! Focus Iz! I snapped to attention as he smirked at me. He'd noticed. Shit.

"No, I'm not busy. Did you have something in mind?" Kit batted her eyelashes. I concurred and twirled my fingers in my hair. He smiled,

"Great! Well, would you like to come to a party this Saturday? It's at my friend Emile's house." We nodded vigorously and beamed at him. At this point, one of my rings got snagged in my hair and I yelped in pain. "Owwww!!! Augh frigging ring!!!!" Thomas laughed, a smooth sexy laugh, and gently pulled my hair and hand free. He tucked my hair behind my ear and let his hand linger by my jaw. His gaze bore into me. Then he snapped his hand away, grazing my cheek, and blushed. His gaze lowered and closed his fingers, embarrassed. I thanked him and Kit and I stood up to leave. Thomas's head snapped up, "Wait!"

"You didn't answer my question!" Kit and I looked at one another,

"Sure we can make it." Kit nodded as we made our way to the door. Jake's face lit up and he called the address out to us, god damn he's gorgeous. I waved and we headed home with our ice cream cones.