Dude, don't mess with the bad girl (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 14

What's happening?

Cara's POV

"Oh My God What The Fuck..." I groaned as I puked my guts out into the toilet bowl.

"Cara, are you alright?" Amanda asked from behind the door.

"No! I'm dying!" I groaned.

"I'll give you a moment. My mom made breakfast." she informed me.

I got out of the bathroom, and Amanda gave me some pain killers.

"Are you sure that you'll be fine to go home by yourself?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I don't want to cause you anymore trouble. Thanks for letting me crash." I told her as I ate the breakfast.

"Alright be safe." She sighed.

I thanked Amanda and her mom before heading out.

~

What made me drink so much? I promised myself not to drink, but something triggered me to do so. But I can't remember, and you wonder why I don't go to parties and drink. Alcohol causes you to be in a vulnerable and weak state, where you do things that you would regret deeply. And this was exactly me right now.

I grunted before heading out to my hide out.

Training didn't help me remember anything and that made me even more frustrated. So I decided to go to Starbucks for a quick coffee.

I found a quiet corner and quite literally stoned there other than taking a few sips at my latte.

"Hey Cara, what are you doing here all alone?" Someone asked.

I looked up to see someone familiar. Who's he? Think think think. Ah, I remember! Malcolm! Yeah!

"Malcolm! Fancy seeing you here." I replied.

"Mind if I joined you?" He asked.

"Go ahead." I told him.

"So what are you doing here? I saw you staring at nothing particular, as if you were thinking quite hard." He asked.

"In fact, I am thinking. I'm trying to recall what happened last night at that party that I went for. Everything's a blur." I told him.

"Oh, you don't remember? I might be able to help you with that..." He suggested.

"Please do. It's sort of killing me, not knowing." I urged him.

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"I complied to him not once but twice?!" I shouted in anger.

Malcolm ducked his head in embarrassment as I continued to spout out profanities.

Customers glared at me and shook their heads.

"This is what happens when you drink. You do stupid regretful things." I said.

"But he did save you from a horrible incident." He reminded me.

"That's true, but I could have also saved myself. I had it all under control." I told him.

"Why exactly do you hate Ryan so much? He isn't that bad you know." Malcolm asked.

"He frustrates me so much. He's annoying as hell, thinks he can get his way with everyone, and underestimates me as if I'm just a weak, pathetic girl." I listed out.

"The whole male dominance thing I get it. But, he is trying to protect you from potential danger." He told me.

"For what? Not as if I'm important to him." I rolled my eyes.

Malcolm bit his lip, trying to stop himself from saying something.

Ring...ring...

I looked at the caller ID to see Jake calling me.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Well, I came to the place only to find our poor punching bag split open and with a broken hook. Could you explain that to me?" Jake asked.

"Oh shit... about that, I'm about pick up a new one now. It didn't do anything to me, I was just slightly too aggressive..." I said sheepishly.

"Slightly? More like extremely. I don't think I've ever seen a girl split open a punching bag before." Jake told me.

"Shut up alright. That shows that I can beat you in that aspect." I snapped.

"Chill sis. I'll head home first. We'll set it up tomorrow. Bye." Jake said.

"Alright, bye bro." I said, ending the call.

I looked up to see Malcolm giving me a curious look.

"Would you mind following me to the sports shop? I need to get a few items." I asked him.

He seemed taken aback, but agreed nonetheless.

"I thought you rode a bike? Ryan told the gang that." Malcolm asked, surprised to see me approach my car.

"Usually, but I need to buy something rather large and there's no way am I going to be able to bring it home on a bike." I laughed.

Malcolm had an even more confused look.

~

"What the hell! You're getting a punching bag?!" Malcolm asked in shock.

"Haha. Surprise!" I said. "I split open my old one. So yeah."

"Holy..." he trailed off. "I so wasn't expecting that."

"Well, I'm not a girly girl so..." I shrugged.

"I definitely don't want to mess with you." He muttered.

I got more bandages and ropes, and we were out of the store after that.

"You sure you don't want me to help you at all?" Malcolm offered.

"Nope I'm good, " I assured him. He looked rather uncomfortable standing beside me empty handed. "Actually, you could help me take the small items." I said, handing them him.

Malcolm kept glancing at me as we made our way to my car.

"I still can't believe you got a punching bag. It's not an everyday sight." He told me.

"Take a picture while it lasts?" I told him jokingly.

Malcolm shook his head and laughed before helping me to put the small items away.

I thanked him for tagging along with me and got his phone number.

~

Over the course of Ryan and I having detention together, we were able to tolerate each other better and actually hold civilized non-aggressive chats. I guess you could say, we had become friends. But when I heard that I complied to him, that made me freaking mad and confused. And honestly, I remembered the scene where I almost beat up yet another guy immediately after Malcolm told me.

I wasn't drunk at that point of time, and that was the confusing part.

What's happening?

OHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Finally right?! I can't wait to get to what everyone has been waiting for! I promise, next chapter. It's so exciting!!

-Nameless