The Bad Boy Calls Me Kitten

Chapter Seven

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This chapter is dedicated to bhamelly14 because she is the muse of my writing and I can only do so much to show how grateful I am for her. Thank you ♥

"I am going to murder you."

"Should I be scared?"

"Very."

"Aww, I'm terrified. What's my little kitten gonna do to me now?" Scar replied sarcastically. I tried to ignore the fluttering feeling I got in my stomach when he said my little kitten. Even though it was supposed to annoy me, which it did, I still felt kind of special when he said that I was his. Stupid, I know.

We had been walking for God knows how long now. It had to be hours. Scar and I had been bickering all the way. He even threatened to tie me to a tree and leave because I wouldn't stop telling him facts about wolves, which was my current obsession. After I pointed out that he had no rope, Scar threw a lit cigarette into my face, which I just barely managed to avoid.

The sky was darkening very quick. Twilight was falling, and there was still no sign of civilization. A few hours ago, Scar had admitted that he had no idea where we were going. We seemed to be following one road, which was the gravel path. Scar just went where the road went, I noticed.

I lagged behind him, exaggerating my groans. Which wasn't hard, considering I was as tired as I managed to sound. My feet had popped up numerous blisters, my legs ached with all the walking, and I was starving. 

Scar, on the other hand, showed no signs of fatigue. While I was practically falling down with each step, he merely glanced at me and continued walking with his hands in his pocket and a cigar in his mouth.

I needed a distraction.

"Why'd your parents name you Scar, anyways? It's kind of unusual." I said, huffing and puffing behind him like I just ran a marathon.

"I don't know." he replied vaguely. "My parents are weird like that, I suppose. Were."

I stopped, taking in a deep breath. "I'm sorry." I said quietly, not knowing if he heard. 

He did.

"Genevieve, don't start a pity party. It's fine. They died a few years ago."

"If you don't mind me asking...what happened?"

''Drunk driver." he replied. His tone was even, but anyone could hear the bitterness to which he said it with. I jogged up a few paces so I wouldn't be so further back. Scar was smoking yet another cigarette. I wondered how many were in a pack. I watched as he blew some smoke delicately in the air. It was creepy to stare, I know, but the way he did it was so...mesmerizing.

"I'm sorry."

The sky was incredibly dark as we walked. Night fell faster in the woods, I suppose. Without all the houses and cars and people, everything seemed more....clearer in a way. I glanced up, admiring the minuscule stars in the sky. One was bigger than the rest. I decided then and there that it was my star, or at least for the rest of the night.

"Can't you call someone or something?" I muttered, angrily kicking a stone. It skittered a few feet and stopped near Scar's left foot. Scar eyed me bluntly. 

"No reception." he answered, quickening his pace. I ran to catch up, feeling my muscles protest with the forced movement. We had been walking for hours, and Scar still hadn't stopped walking once. My father and Marie were probably going crazy by now, because I hadn't told them I had detention that afternoon.