Bad Boy turns into a Good Boy

Having fun with the bad boy

{Pic is amusement park ; but not the one that they visited tho}

Mark's POV

"Where are you taking me?" Alicia asks. 

Right now, we're in the car, going to somewhere. 

I'm taking her to my favorite place, it's been a long time since the last time I went to this place. I used to go to this place with Jackson and my parents, but after me and Jackson moved out from the house and my parents got divorce, we've never gone to this place anymore.

I always want to bring anyone special with me to this place, but hah, Mark Thunders doesn't have anyone special to him. Plus, I don't think a lot of girls like to go to this place, I mean sure, they might love to go to this place, but most of them are scared and ended up not trying anything.  

I wonder if Alicia gonna love the place or not. 

"I told you, I'm taking you to somewhere." I reply, looking at her with the corner of my eye because I need to focus on the road. 

"You're still not gonna tell me where is this somewhere?" She turns her head to me, her arms are crossed. 

"Nope." I say, emphasize the 'p'. 

 She huffs, annoyed because I still don't want to tell her where are we going.   

"Well, it better be a fun place." she says, looking out to the window, not facing me. 

"Like what kind of fun?" 

"I don't know, maybe amusement park?" I can see her trying to draw a circle on the window, but it's not visible. 

I smirk when she said 'amusement park', she's sure gonna love it. 

"Hm, let's just see." I say, turning on the radio. 

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Alicia's POV 

I find it hard to say "bye bye"
Even in the state of you and I
And how can I refuse?
Yeah you rid me of the blues
Ever since you came into my life  

Medicine by The 1975 fills the silence between us. 

"Thunders" I break off the silence and turn my head to him. 

He's driving but he looks so cool. His jaw is so sharp and it makes me want to run my fingers to touch it. 

"Yes?" He asks, looking at me with the corner of his eyes, still focusing on the road. 

"I want to ask..." I stopped, not sure how to say it. 

I cursed myself for being so stupid. This is my fault. 

"Hm I want to ask..." 

"What?" he turns his head to me but then back to the road, don't want to get into an accident now, do we?

"I want to ask if you still want to be my math's tutor?" I finally asked him. 

Why does it feel so hard? It's like I'm asking him to go to prom with me. 

He smirks, "I believe you said something like 'I'd rather failed at math class than to have a tutor like you.'" mimicking me. 

I rolled my eyes at him. "Stop teasing me." 

"Let's not forget that you also said 'I'll tell Mr. Darcy that I decided to find another tutor by myself.'" he says, still mimicking me. 

I feel the urge to punch him right now but I hold myself, I need to do this if I want to pass hell.