The Good Boy's Troublemaker ✓

Chapter 3 - "I don't bite"

"Hey mom, is Lisa still living next door?" I ask her as I'm making dinner.

My dad isn't home most of the time. He's either working or out drinking. Sometimes I just make dinner, because I want to. It's almost like a hobby. It's nice to see people smiling while they eat your food, or give you a compliment or two.

"Yes she is, I talked to her this morning. Why'd you ask?" So she must be living with Lisa. I shrugged.

"No reason." Mom eyed me skeptically before continuing with her computer work. She's searching for a job that she can take without any qualifications. "Any luck?" She shook her head.

There are a lot of options, but the money is very low.

"I guess I'll just have to accept the offer that the man gave me the other day at the diner. I'll work as a waitress until I get a better job." I nod. "Besides it won't be long before your father and I get a divorce, so I'll start right away."

I place the pasta dish in the oven. Maybe I should return her diary now, just get it over with.

I'll first go check if she's home and then I'll hand it to her. Simple. Easy.

I knock on the door and Lisa was the one to open it. Cookies, what do I do now? "Hello James, what brings you here?"

"I- uh- is Bailey here?" She nods and calls her. Uh oh.

"Some friend of yours is here." She said, opening the door to let me in. I step inside the house and Bailey is already holding her helmet, probably on her way.

She doesn't look very happy to me, she looks quite irritated, but she still looks pretty. Does she look pretty to me? Well, I'm just hoping she isn't looking for her diary.

"Hey, stranger." She said smirking, and I just gave her an awkward wave. "What are you doing here?" Ah, you know just giving back your diary.

"Well- I- you left your papers and I t-thought I could just give it to you. Y-you know because it's homework and- yeah."

"It's okay, I wouldn't have done it anyway." She shrugs, and takes the papers, placing them on the counter. "Bye Lisa." She said, walking out of the house.

"W-where are you going?" Uh, why can't I stop shuttering?

"Strip club." She said putting on her helmet. She laughs at the way my eyebrows raised when she said it. "Aw, stranger you're so gullible." She said pinching my cheek, I'm sure I'm a tomato. "I'm just going for a ride, do you want to come with me?"

Is she asking me, to go with her? She hands me the other helmet, which I stare at for a few seconds, "I don't bite." Kinda funny, with her 'Bite me' T-shirt. That's funny.

I hop on and she takes off. That's one thing I kind of understand, she feels free when she rides this motorcycle. I can see it in the way she smiles. We stop at a park and she walks over to the benches.

"Do you hate your life?" She said barely above a whisper. I shook my head and took a seat next to her. "What about school?" I shook my head again. "What do you hate, people?" I shook my head.

"D-do you?" She nods her head. "I don't hate people, I just don't like what they do sometimes. I-I guess it's true that you judge a person from his actions."

"So you do hate something?" I nod. Yes, yes I do. "What about me, do you hate me?" I shook my head, "You must hate me, I'm a monster." Is barely even know her, but I can tell that she isn't a bad person. I place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You're no monster," I whispered.

She chuckled, "You didn't stutter, I hope that it doesn't happen when you lie." I also chuckle. We look at some of the kids playing around.

"W-why do you hate the world?" I ask out of curiosity.

"I hate everything about it. I hate the people, the lies, and life. I hate the world." Nothing can be that bad for you to hate the world, can it?

"Why?"

"The whole universe is just messed up."

"What about all the good things in life? Like your family, friends? What about the things that make you happy?" I ask.

"I don't have those things," She looks down at her feet. I suddenly feel sad, but in an instant I became mad. Why would this girl be hanging out with me? She is just using me. Toying with me. What I've heard about her... I don't think she just wants to talk.

"Well... we all have our own problems," I said out of anger. She looks confused at me.

"I didn't mean for you to have a perfect life, I just wanted someone to talk to." My face softens as she said those words, but the thought about her using me isn't gone. If she really just wants to talk, why would she want to talk to me?

"Why me Bailey? Of all the guys or girls you could've picked to talk to, why me?" She lets out a sigh looking at me with her blue eyes.

"Because I need a good influence... I need it because I'm done always being the bad guy." She lets out another sigh, "So will you help me, James?" I don't want to be involved with her if she is as bad as everyone says she is. "Please?" She pleaded.

I nod my head. "Fine," I mumbled. "Why are you so bad?"

"Why are you so good?" She smirks.

"B-because I don't want to be bad." I've seen what a bad person looks like, and I don't want to be that. "Why don't you want to be bad anymore?"

"Well, I think I've told you enough. I need to go... so I'll see you around." She stood up and left me alone. I think that it was rude of her to leave me here without a ride back, but it is my work time anyway.

I've worked at this pizzeria to save up for college. My big brother got a sporting scholarship, and I want an academic one. Sports ain't really my thing.

What can I say, I am a true nerd.

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Chapter dedication >> atinyrose