How to Tame a Bad Boy

Bad Boy 7 - After Shocks

How to tame a Bad Boy

Bad Boy 7 - After Shocks

I don't understand anything. My head was flirting with the clouds, floating about in rivers of imaginations of Reid and I. Our practice session seriously made me feel lighter, dizzy and doubting everything I ever knew. I wish I never got in this stupid game. Was it really worth it?

I was just beginning to get over him and then this happens. Kiana knows I sort of have a thing for him and she still did this. The poor guy is gay like Jesus Kiana. I swear there is too much air in her head, but I could have said no, but I didn't want too so it's sort of my fault too.

God I'm so confused about everything.

I just want to be runaway and hide I r he place I felt most safe. I needed to be there and the person I turned to in moments of confusion and need of comfort was the source of all of them. Everything some how connected back towards him. I can't even think straight!

There was just so much tension between the two of us, a pull that we treated as friendship but knew friendship didn't feel like that, well for me I didn't.

It's hard to explain but it's like being connected by a live wire tether. There's enough slack to move around but we're constantly dancing within a boundary, a proximity with the capability to allow you to breathe but also to lose all self control, drowning deeper and deeper into a sea of lust. It's a eternal reminder of who you belong to, in our very own gravitational rotation, pulling you back in and checking in on you when you try to step that little bit over the line. It's almost hypnotic, in a trance like state, an authority that sends shivers down your spine at the sheer thought.

Yet it's so natural and I know your not supposed to act like that and be 'just friends'. I don't know if this is all one sided but I just have this unsettling feeling it's not, but then my head tells me otherwise.

There's just so much god damn tension between us and it's demanding to be felt. It's that strong and overpowering it's like I just need to act upon it, get my fix and then hope the heavens will give me back some sanity. But of course I knew if I did, that's even if Reid would be willing to, it wouldn't make me feel even the tiniest bit relieved probably the polar opposite.

I'll never forget the day he shattered me into a million tiny pieces.

We were in 9th grade, sitting on the floor watching some pointless movie as the snow floated about outside. I had rested my head on his lap whilst he sat upright leaning against the couch. The fire was more interesting than the movie at that point. Even back then all I could think about was this guy quietly twirling a long strand of my hair with his delicate fingertips.

It had been like this for years, with him in my bubble, constantly this close and intimate without thinking twice. I was always on edge just wondering if he would pipe up one day or if its all in my head or even If I had to take the reins on this one. I had snuggled up further into the blanket and sighed in disappointment.

"This is so boring" he had yawned and turned the TV off. I had this sudden wave of fear wash over me rolling over me faster then the TV screen blackened. I hadn't quite yet developed a grip on my feelings and how to filter my thoughts. He had raised a single golden eyebrow at me, his signature look, shifting underneath me a silent gesture to move. I had rolled my eyes at him and moved off him, laying down on my side to face the fire. He had gotten up to stretch and laid between fire the fire and I and of course I frowned and pulled the blanket over my head in hope he would leave me alone.

But of course Reid never got the message and laughed. "Oh my god Reid, can I at least have the fire!" I complained and he just joined me under the blanket, pulling it over his head too.