Mr. Bad Boy and Me

Chapter 4

"Tell you what?" Bryce sat up straight and looked at me.

"Tell me who he really is." I said.

"That's stupid, Emie."

"Come on, I'm gonna go to a party with this guy who's best friend is currently telling me he's not who I think he is? I have the right to know." I said in a very bossy tone.

He looked surprised with what I said. "Okay, Ms. Bossy-pants."

"Ew, don't me call that." I have to admit that was a really nasty thing to say to a girl.

"Do you want to hear me out or not?" he smirks.

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"Darren is one of those guys who meets a girl he gets attracted with and finds closure with her. Once he gets what he wants, he'll ask her out. After a month, he'll try sleeping with her. And when he gets what he wants; the next day, he'll just dump her and go on with his life."

My jaw fell. Darren can't be like that. He's too calm and nice. It's impossible. His best friend is the one telling you this. Believe it. "Do you think that's what he's planning to do to me?"

"Of course. That is, if you won't fall for it."

"So, he's a player all along?" I was still trying to digest everything he just said. How can the sweet, kind, friendly, adorable, gentleman, and the list goes on-be a player?

"No, he just toys with girls; not to mention almost our whole year and dumps them after getting them in the bed." he smirks.

I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic statement.

"I guess I had a wrong first impression about him."

He nodded slowly and rested his head; staring at the ceiling again.

I gotta say, this boy might actually getting bored with me.

We silent for a few minutes. But not the uncomfortable silence, the good one. The one where you stay silent because you're thinking about something deep that you don't want anyone to disturb you.

After moments of being silent, Bryce took me home. We walked not that silent and talked about random things. Now, he calls me, 'Emie,' 'Ms. Bossy-pants,' and even, 'Nerdy'-the worst. He came up with that name when we were on the way to my house a while ago.

"Hey mom," I closed the front door behind me and saw faced my mom who was sitting on the dirty white couch facing the coffee table.

"Hey sweetheart." she looked up at me and smiled.

I got to the kitchen and looked for some dinner to eat. "Hey mom, what is for dinner?" I yelled back to the living room where she was.

It is 6:30, the time I usually arrive after school. If she asks me what took me so long, I can always use the 'library' excuse.

"It's in the microwave." she yelled back.

I took a few steps to the microwave and started eating.

After eating I marched to my room and prepared my outfit for the party tomorrow. Oh, wait. Was I still going? After I found out that Darren is a playboy, would I still go out with him? Even though I may be a little developing some feelings for him?

A loud buzz cleared my thoughts away. I got my phone and answered the noisy call.

"Hello?" I answered quietly.

"Hey, Ms. Bossy-pants."

Great. It's Bryce.

"What do you want?" I asked sounding a bit calmly.

"Aw, grumpy, are we?" I swear, I can imagine him smirking right now.

"Just tell me what you want, Collins."

He cleared his throat and continued, "Darren called me."

I didn't know why I felt confused, excited, angry, questioned-and the list can go on. But, why is Bryce telling me this?

"So," I urged hearing what he was gonna say next.

"So, he asked me if you said anything about him a while ago when we were together." he said it all in one breath.

I didn't know what to say or even feel about that. Darren was curious of our conversation that might be concerning about him? Why?

"What did you say?"

"Well, I told him that you wouldn't go to the party anymore,"

I was about to thank him but he said something too quick before I could even speak.

"Instead you're going with me." he stated so confidently.

My mouth shaped as a letter 'o' cause I was too shocked. Bryce Collins would go to a party with me? That didn't sound right.

"You would go with me?" I said the word, 'me' slowly for him to see that the process just doesn't work that way.

"Geez, chill out, just to go as friends. I would be too ashamed"

Okay, I have to admit but that was kind of hurtful to hear.

I huffed. "Fine. I never thought of you as my friend anyway." I bite back. I just got pissed of what he just said.

He chuckled softly. "Whatever you say, Ms. Bossy-pants."

"Whatever" I mumbled under my breath.

"So, I'll pick you up at around 7." instead of it sounding like a question, it more sounded like a demand.

Before I could even reply, he hang up.

What an asshole.

He was a rude, immature jerk!

Well, seems like I have a party to prepare for tomorrow night.

With Bryce Collins. This will be fun.

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Hi :) sorry for the long update :( and sorry it's short! :< I wanted it long but I had a test to study for. Well, better short than longer waiting, right? :)

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