My Bargain With The BadBoy

•• Chapter Two ••

Chapter two: Sick 🤢

  Maths was nothing out of the ordinary. A boring lecture on Pi and Pythagoras, his connection in Greek history as an Ionian Greek Philosopher. Interesting... NOT.

  I - as usual - was the last out of class. My hands stuffed into my pockets, head hanging low and my bag stuffed to the brim with textbooks. I liked my existence, you could describe it as pointless. At least pointless things have no use so therefore, nobody bothers. Simple.

   It was my last lecture of the day, my plan was to stay in study hall and study a little more but my head was banging and I needed to relax. Plus, down a few Tylenol's. I rubbed the side of my head which was actually starting to really sting too.

   I got halfway down the hall and had to stop. Breathing heavily, I felt nauseated. My head was spinning. "Monroe!" I heard again, god, does this guy know nothing other than shouting? I groaned and held my head again, wincing.

   "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, leaning down in front of me, he being Ryder Moore, he looked at me wth furrowed brows. Assessing me. "You don't look so-"

   Yes... I was nauseous. I threw up all over his perfect, spotless face. Which was now slightly less spotless, still annoyingly perfect nonetheless. Ryder paused for a moment, took a deep breath and cleared his throat. Oh shit, he was mad. His jaw was clenched and his face was red... well whatever amount of his face that wasn't covered in my vomit.

  "I-i'm so-" I began. "Ryder if I had known-" I tried to carry on but I was overtaken by a severe wave of nausea.

   Ryder held his had up, "No, I deserved that." He mumbled, muttering profanities under his breath as he stood up. I felt bad, but then again he wasn't wrong... he did deserve it however, I'm sure I could've come up with a far more humane approach.

  "Woo, Ryder...You getting it on with Monroe?" Ryder's bestfriend Ace, captain of the football team, asked. Ace was nice, not the type to pull a fast one on a girl. Then again; I have never really seen him with any girls.

"If getting it on means that I get covered in her vomit?" He spat, glaring at Ace. Okay, well, I'm still sitting here and I would really like to go... not witness their stare down.

I stood up to leave, Ryder made a move to stop me, "Ryder, your covered in sick, I AM sick. I want to go home." I said weakly. I watched a muscle feather in his jaw before he finally moved out the way. I was quick to rush down the corridor and out to my car.

My car. My most prized possession, a small little Fiat. It was white - my usual go to colour - and I loved it wth all my heart. I groaned and slipped into the drivers seat, pressing my hands to my head. Who knew a football could cause this much trouble? All because of a stupid, immature- okay. I know it was just a mistake.

The drive home was terrible, I was swaying across the highway lines but I attempted to control it as much as I could. When I actually got home, with little to no damage to myself or the car, I thanked the lord. Seriously, it felt like I was drunk.

Actually, fact time: I can't actually prove that because I have never actually been drunk. Ever.

My little brother, as usual, was waiting outside for me. He always does, I felt sort of bad considering I was late. He ran up to me as usual and gave me a huge hug. James was four, he wasn't my biological brother, but nevertheless I loved him more than words can say.

My adoptive parents, James' real parents, were the sweetest people I have ever met. Daisy and Ian were probably the cutest couple too, they were perfect for each other.

I ushered James into the house and allowed him to go play whilst I got some rest. It wasn't long before I drifted off into a nice, deep sleep.

"Sweetie?" I heard Daisy's soft voice, "Alex, you've been asleep for a while baby... is everything ok?" She said. I hoisted myself up onto my arms and muttered something. It wasn't a yes but it wasn't a no. More like a "shyno". Huh.

Daisy came through the door holding a tray laden with some food for me. I smiled gratefully at her, she really was one of the best mothers ever. "I cooked up some food for you, I didn't know what you would like so I threw everything together..." she said bashfully. I laughed and tucked in.

After a few hours of Daisy coming in and checking my head, I decided to actually do something. I pulled my laptop towards me and opened up my socials. I had a message in my inbox, I was shocked to say the least, I don't usually have many messages. With my lack of friends and all...

I opened it up and instantly regretted it...

Ryder: Hey Vom-Atron 🤢

Alex: Excuse me?

Ryder: Sorry... I was experimenting.

Alex: Cool?

Ryder: Listen, I feel really bad about this morning...

Alex: It's fine. Shit happens.

Ryder: But, it wasn't an accident.

Alex: What? I'm confused

Ryder: I did aim the ball but I didn't think it would hit you, I swear... I thought you'd carry on running.

Alex: Ryder. It's fine.

Ryder: Really!

Alex: No, not really. Screw you Ryder. Actually, why am I even surprised?

Ryder: I'm sorry.

Alex: Yeah, you've said that already. Bye.

   I shut down my laptop and crossed my legs, I can't believe him... he aimed at me. PLUS, he thought I would actually forgive him?

  He is an absolute dick. You see what I meant earlier?

  Asshole.

•••••

Hey again!! That's our BadBoy up there, all dark and mysterious... 🖤🖤🖤

I am so excited 😆 I honestly love love love love looooove this story. I know that sounds really vain but hey - isn't a girl allowed to appreciate her work? Seriously.

Aanywhooo, imma just leave you guys alone now. Wait on the next chapterrrr.

Emily xx