The Bad Boy Who Isn't Bad

One

"What is my dare again?" I asked incredulously.

"You have to hug Jake." my friends answered in unison, huge grins spreading across their faces which were glimmering with mischief.

My eyes widened and my lips parted in disbelief, a sentence rolled out of my mouth after a few beats of silence, "Jake...as in Jake Reid?"

"The one and only." They wriggled their brows suggestively at me while chuckling at my dumbfounded expression.

I held my head in my hands and groaned in anguish, "Do you seriously want me to die?"

"Stop complaining and just do it, a dare is a dare." my best friend, Dorothy sighed with feigned annoyance while pushing me towards the direction where Jake was standing in front of his locker.

She then instantly scrambled back to her spot at the end of the line of lockers where my friends were currently staring at me.

Feeling all their curious gazes on me, I took a few tentative steps forward until Jake's tall frame towered over me. Swallowing nervously, I tapped him lightly on his shoulders and he immediately swung around alertly. A flicker of surprise appeared in his striking grey eyes as he looked down at me.

It was the first time I had been this close with the school's notorious bad boy. And damn, he sure looked good.

His brown hair looked so soft and full of fluff as they hung messily down his forehead, a faint scar ran diagonally across the bridge of his narrow nose and his defined lips were pursed into a thin line.

He was wearing a plain grey shirt which stretched across his broad chest and his skinny jeans hugged his long legs. But what captured my attention the most were his eyes. His eyes, framed with long and thick lashes, were the colour of stormy skies with angry clouds hanging low and threatening to release all the moisture they held. They hinted at impending danger, and as his gaze bored into mine, I found myself terrified and exhilarated at the same time.

Despite the fact that he never picked a fight with anyone at school, he was always seen spotting bruises and cuts. He almost never spoke to anyone and was always alone. It was as if he was always shrouded by a black mist of mystery and danger. No one ever dared to go near him.

And here I was, risking my life because of my stupid friends.

Everyone's head swivelled in our direction as they watched the scene unfold. He was still staring at me intently, waiting to see my next move.

Ducking my head to avert his gaze, I took a deep breath and mumbled, "I'm sorry. It's a dare."

Stepping forward to close the distance between us, I opened my arms wide before wrapping them around his waist, my face crashing into his chest.

I immediately regretted it. His chest was like solid rock and my face hurt. My face burned with pain, shyness and embarrassment, but I guess mostly it was shyness that was causing the flush on my cheeks.

I could feel his body stiffen and his chest rose and fell rapidly. I didn't know if it was anger that was causing him to breathe heavily, but I didn't dare to pursue that line of thought.

A faint scent of cologne clung to him and I found myself liking the smell as I sniffed harder. All chatter halted to a complete stop and silence descended in the corridor.

And just like that, it was over. Letting go quickly, I sneaked a peek at him to find him staring blankly at me, his face stone cold and expressionless.

Fear gripped my heart and coursed through my veins, making me shiver slightly. I half expected him to just swear at me or swat me on the head, but he remained motionless.

Taking this as a cue to escape, I retreated a few steps before turning around abruptly and fleeing in full speed back to my friends.

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Hi guys, hope you like this first chapter! Jake may seem intimidating here, but he would soften up  in the later chapters. I actually didn't really plan before writing this, so I'll just see where this leads me? :p

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