Living with the Badboy🌹 l (BWWM) ✔️

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My breath becomes heavy and, raspy as I run down the vast park. I didn't know where to go or why i'm even running but, I let the legs do the talking. I felt like I was free until, I feel a hand gently wrap on my wrist.

I turn around to see Liam and he gives me an unrecognizable look.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I shout at him attempting to unwrap his hand from my wrist but, he was too strong.

"No." he says sternly.

"Tell me, on what you meant when you said you attempted to commit suicide."he demands softly.

I never thought i'd speak about the topic ever again. It's too horrifying to even speak or talk about. I promised myself that i'd never speak to a soul about this. I wanted my mother and I to be the only person who knew about it. Because, of my stupid mouth, I failed.

I shed a tear.
"Please, just let me go. I don't want to speak about it because, I want to leave that in the past." I whisper.

He stare at me longily as if he could see through my soul.
"Fine. But, you have to speak to me about it soon." he says sternly.

I nod my head in approval, lowering my head to conceal the tears stained on my face.

He slowly release his hand finally, letting my wrist have the ability to breath.

There was a long moment of awkward silence.
I clear my throat and, wipe the tears.

"So, let's continue walking around the park, like how we planned."

"Ok." He says still staring at me.

We've walked now, for a couple minutes and, still haven't spoken to one  another. I felt pair of eyes on me and, when I catch him staring at me he'd immediately look away.Then do it again after a minute. I told myself to break the silence and, speak but, the words he told me replayed in my head weakening me.

"I can't do this." he tells himself and stops walking.

I look at him confused.

"What are you doing and talk about?"

He scratches the back of his neck and, looked absolutely scared about something. He sighs. "I feel like I should say this..OK, i'm sorry for what I've ever said to you or about you ever since you stayed at my place. I am also sorry for what I said earlier. I have no right to be using race or ethnicity as a way to get you. You've never done anything to me to make me hate you but, something in my gut is telling me that I should hate you." "I guess James was right. I'm a dick."he mutters to himself the last part which I heard.

I can't believe that he's apologizing. What I found even more shocking was that he was apologizing to me! I even had to blink a few times just to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"Are you apologizing?" I ask shocked.

He rolls his electricfying blue eyes.
"Yes, I am. Consider yourself special because, I never apologize. The last time I might've aplogized was when I stole James' girl in second grade."

I gape. "You dated when you were in only second grade?" I ask.

"Yeah." he smirks.

"Didn't your school do cooties?"

He nods his head. "James and I ignored the cooties shit and, we managed to get new girls every week." he boast. "But, I still want you to forgive me."

I smile.
"Since, you've admitted you were a dick.." his cheeks flames pink. "And, since you said sorry which you claim you 'rarely do.." I tap on my chin pretending to be deep in thought. "I accept your apology."

He smiles widely and no, it wasn't his original smirk. He could light up a dark room with that smile. He shows his straight pearly white teeth and, deep dimples.

He looks cute when he smiles. What?! I try to erase the thought out of my head.

"Soo," he says. "Do you want to go play in the playground even though we're too old?" he asks.

I smile.
" One thing you don't know is that you're never too old to play in a playground."

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Kept it short and, sweet.
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