More Than Just a Bad Boy

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Brooke's POV

I opened my eyes and immediately started squirming and yelling when I realized two things.

1. I just entered the hospital.

2. Ryder was carrying me bridal style.

"No! Stop! Put me down. I can't go in here!" I tried pushing myself away from Ryder's chest.

Relief, then confusion and anger flashed threw his eyes. But he didn't even flinch. "Brooke, stop," he said forcefully with a touch of worry. Wait-what? Worry?

I couldn't stop, though. I can't go any further in here. No one is ever allowed to pick me up, either. I need to get out. Out of this hospital. Out of Ryder's arms. His safe...warm...strong arms. "Put! Me! Down!!!" I screamed like a mental person. I flailed wildly. I'm sure people are staring but right now, I don't care.

"Calm down." Ryder set me down but gripped my waist. "Are you okay to stand on your own?" His voice is soft. Bad boys voices don't get soft. I nodded my head, secretly planning my escape plan. He slowly removed his hand as he said, "What ha-" I took off.

I ran through the doors almost knocking down a little boy. "Sorry," I mumbled. Without thinking, I ran around the left side of the hospital. I don't even know where I'm going.

I could hear Ryder's footsteps get closer and hi voice calling my name. I can't help the tears that are falling down my cheeks at the thought of going back in there. And I'm humiliated that not only did I pass out in from of Ryder, but he was carrying me. God, how stupid can I be?

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that Ryder had gained on me. "Hey," Ryder gripped his arms around my waist (making my stomach flip for some reason) and started to pick me up again. "Stop picking me up!" I screamed, still trying to run away. The tears flowed harder.

"What's wrong?" Ryder's voice filled with concern. He set me down and turned me towards him. We weren't even a foot away. His grip was tight on my arms, keeping me from running away.

I turned my head, looking down, squeezing my eyes shut and praying for the tears to stop. "I'm fine," I lied.

"You're stupid, you know that? You're crying. How the hell can you be fine?"

I gave him my best fake smile. "Happy tears." I hate crying in front of people. I hate people knowing I'm upset. I hate this stupid situation I'm in.

Ryder gave me an I'm-not-an-idiot look. "Do I look stupid?" He sounds irritated.

"Maybe," I giggled. I caught him smile for a second. I took my arms from his hands and wiped away my tears. I managed to calm myself down. Good job, Brooke. Now to get him to leave. "So let's get gone." If he's a bad boy, he probably does a lot of girls. Hoping this'll seal the deal, I added, "I'm sure you want to leave and go pick up some girls to bang. Am I right?" I smirked at him. I know he brought me here and everything, but u have to put my guard back up.

Ryder smirked. "I'll hit them later. Literally. Those bitches like it hardcore."

Okay, ew. "I didn't need to know that." Ew. I can't help but picture that. Ew.

I think my face gave away my disgusted ness because he smirked, "Like the picture?"

"Um, no."

"You will." Ryder winked.

Will? Wait-ew! I shook my head in disgust. "You wish." I walked away from him rounding the corner.

He caught up to me. "I don't even need to wish, it'll come true," Ryder whispered huskily into my ear sending shivers through my body.

"Trust me, bad boy, it'll never happen," I smirked and walked ahead towards the motorcycle. I stood waiting for him but he had stopped in front of the hospital entrance. I gulped.

"I didn't drive you here for nothing!" He called. "Get your ass over here!"

"I don't have an ass," I mumbled to myself. It's true, though. I'm pretty much flat. I yelled back to him, "I'm fine! Let's just go home!"

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Pulling it out, I found that Michelle had texted me.

MICHELLE: HOW IS IT?

Only Michelle, Lani, Matt, Taylor, and my mom know my fear of hospitals.

ME: WELL...I HAVEN'T GONE IN THERE YET

She immediately got an answer.

MICHELLE: DID YOU TELL HIM?

ME: NO. I REALLY HOPE I DONT HAVE TO

MICHELLE: ME TOO

I really don't want to tell him. He'll probably just make fun of me. I started pacing (nervous habit) alongside the motorcycle. I wonder if I can walk home. Or drive Matt's motorcycle home. Ha. I don't even have a license... Maybe I could-

"Brooke?" Ryder interrupted my thoughts. I didn't even realize he had walked over here.

"Uh huh?" I continued pacing, trying to figure out a plan.

"What are you doing?" Ryder's voice was filled with amusement.

"Pacing," I answered. Come on, Brooke. Think!

Ryder cut off my pacing-path by placing himself in the middle of it. I stopped and looked up at him. Why can't I think of something? My heart started beating faster in fear that I had to tell him. "Why'd you freak out when I carried up in the hospital?"

I couldn't help but cringe at the word hospital. "I just did. It's really nothing. Can you just being me ho-" I got cut off by my phone ringing.

Answer your phone! It's ringing ringing ringing. It wants you it pick up. ANSWER YOUR PHONE!!!

My "little sister" set her voice as the ringtone. Oh, I love her. I answered Michelle's call, "Hello?"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Standing here. What are you doing?"

I can imagine her rolling her eyes. "Did you?"

Huh? "Did I what?"

"Tell him."

Ooooh. "No! I can't and won't. No more people need to know."

"You can't and won't what?" Ryder asked. I shook my head, dismissing his question.

Michelle's voice was filled with worry and concern, "What are going to do?"

"Can't it just stay broken?" I'm starting to get mad that I'm in this whole situation.

"No. You have to go in there. You can do it," Michelle pushed.

"I CANT!" I yelled in frustration that wasn't meant for her. She was just trying to help.

"Calm down. It's not my fault," she defended herself.

"Sorry. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'll figure it out. Bye," I hung up before she could respond.

"You're gonna figure what out?" Ryder asked with an eyebrow raised.

"No. Let's go. Come on," I motioned to the motorcycle.

"I'm going to find out one way or another so you should just tell me and save us both the trouble." He's too confident. Cocky much?

"I'm not telling you," I crosses my arms over my chest.

"Are you afraid of hospitals?" Ryder blurted out.

"N-no," I stuttered hoping he'd buy it.

"Then we can go in with no more problems?"

No. "Y-yeah."

"Then come on." Ryder turned on his heel as I followed.

What the hell am I doing?

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