After making it up the stairs, we made it to my room once again and I made sure to shut the door and lock it behind me. Precautions must be taken, considering Payton might team up with Troy. Funny how I had spent all this time trying to make Adrian leave my room, only to drag him right back into it.
" So, am I not worth your specially grown garden flowers?" I ask sarcastically, finally letting go of Adrian's hand.
"You think you deserve flowers after what you did? With that attitude?" He asked in a bored tone, whilst pointing down at his foot.
"Hey, I warned you! Plus, I think it's the least you could do after forcefully entering my room and now my house, just so you could be in my presence."
"Wow, you've really thought this through haven't you..." He laid down and rested his intertwined hands on his chest.
"I had to figure out what kind of flowers you liked first." He explained.
"Then how did you know my mom liked hydrangeas?" I ask suspiciously.
"I think you're forgetting that we're kind of childhood friends. I know your mom just as well as you do."
"I highly doubt you remembered much at that age. Based off your logic though, that would mean you should know my favourite flower as well." I crossed my arms.
"Yeah, only you had a habit of changing what you liked every day. But don't worry, I figured it out earlier when I came over."
"Really now?" My eyebrows rose in question.
"Yup." Adrian smiled.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I' m pretty sure I don't have a favourite anymore." I shrug my shoulders.
"In that case, why don't you go fetch the flower and I'll tell you why I picked it." My eyebrow lifts as my eyes slowly scan my room.
"Well, where is it?"
His hand extended as he pointed at the patio. He didn't say anything else as I walked over to the patio, pulling the curtains back and stepping out onto the rough floor. When I looked down, my eyes met with a single, light pink rose.
"A rose? A bit cliche, don't you think?" I call back.
"I've never been anything but original." He stated, patting the spot beside him as he sat up. I walked over to him and sat down. He sighed and took the rose from me, spinning it slowly between his fingers as he observed it.
"First off, it's got thorns. That shows your protective outer layer. You don't like it when people come too close."
"How poetic." I bat my eyelashes at him. He rolled his eyes in response; and it was one of the sexiest eye rolls ever. Whenever I roll my eyes, I look like the grudge. But when Adrian does it- damn.
"If someone were to try grab this rose by the stem using the palm of their hand, what do you think would happen?"
"Well for one, they'd get thorns stuck in their hand. Maybe bleed a little." I reply, my eyes focused on the rose.
"Right. So some of the thorns would come out, leaving an opening. But if you're smart and hold it just right..." He demonstrated, holding the rose by avoiding the thorns.
"-you won't damage the rose, and in turn you won't get hurt. You have to be delicate." His eyes locked with mine.
"This is about to get ultra deep or something, isn't it?" I giggle.
"Maybe, maybe not." He chuckled back.
"Continue, I wanna hear the rest."
"Why did you pick a pink rose?" I smile.
YOU ARE READING
My Favour to the Bad Boy
Teen Fiction"Are you really leaving forever, Adrian?" My voice squeaked as the tears finally began to roll down my cheeks. He looked down and shuffled his feet, before looking back up at me, determination in his eyes. "I have a favour to ask of you." His nostri...
