The Good Boy's Troublemaker ✓

Chapter 17 - "Whom?"

Bailey

Once James turned around, I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I've never noticed until now, that he looks really attractive without his glasses, without his shirt, he looked even better.

What? I'm a girl, you can't blame me.

I couldn't believe that he did all those things with me, especially the skinny dipping. I thought that he would've chickened out.

But he didn't.

He surprised me, in a good way. I think people judge too quickly. They judge all the time. It's scary and everyone does it. I know I judge people.

We all judge people, but why?

Do we classify them into groups? Are we making assumptions just for no reason? Why is it so hard not to judge?

People say that looks don't matter, but what is the first thing we do when we see people? We judge them by the way they look. If you like someone, you first liked how they looked and then you got to know them better. Why?

People labeled me as soon as I stepped foot in this town.

At first, I was glad that they feared me, but one of the reasons I wanted to move was to not be feared. I want people to see me for who I am, not for what they think I am.

I'm the bad girl.

And in all the fairytales you've watched, the bad guy is the one nobody likes and doesn't get the happy ending. But without the bad guy, the movie would be so boring. Who would capture the princess so that the prince could save her?

But life isn't a movie.

I chose James to bring me back. Not the bad girl everyone thinks I am, but the girl I was before.

If I had to admit it, James is one of the kindest and loyal people I've ever met. I glad I chose him to help me.

I lay sprawled out on my bed. I hear the front door open and Lisa walking inside the house.

"Did you have fun?" Lisa asks popping her head at my door. I nod.

"How was work?"

"Lovely, business is booming. I tell you, this year is the year," she said, exclaiming with her hands, and I chuckle. "But nevertheless, how is James doing?"

"I think he is doing just fine," I said with a smile.

"Yes, he is a real gentleman, would make an amazing husband don't you think?" She teased.

"Grandma!" My face lit up with embarrassment.

"Bailey, I'm just pulling your leg. Oh, your dad called." I sit up.

"He did?"

"Mhm, but I told him that you would call him back." I let out a groan. "It's for your own good Bailey, you have to talk to him. Your dad cares about you, you can't just leave and expect him not to care. He's worried."

"But he knows I'm fine, I don't need to talk to him."

"Oh, but you do dear." I let out a sigh. "Just think about it." I nod.

"Okay, I'll think about it." I place a finger under my chin. "Done thinking, I still don't want to speak to him." Lisa chuckles placing a kiss on my head.

"You need to realize that he loves you and would love to have you back." I shook my head.

"No, he doesn't want that."

"You're his child, he would do anything for you. But nothing would make him happier than you being home." I try to swallow down the knot in my throat. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you like, but sooner or later you'll have to go home again."

"I don't want to, I really don't want to Lisa." She rubs my head.

"You have to." I shook my head sinking into my blanket.

"Night dear." She said, leaving my room.

"Night," I whispered. It wasn't long before everyone was asleep, and I, wide awake.

Like every other night. Too afraid to close my eyes or all the memories would come back flashing.

I slip out of the bed and walked to the room across from mine. I gently pushed the door open and could hear his faint snores. He must be really tired. I tip-toe my way to his bed but stopped when something caught my eye.

There was a photo of him with a boy on his bedside table, I took it in my hands and stared at it. It is probably his brother that he talked about, well he didn't talk much about him. He looks happy in the photo, smiling at his brother, and that lit my face up too.

His brother doesn't look that much older than we are, quite attractive if you ask me. Both have very cute dimples.

His brother unlike him doesn't wear glasses and is more built. Both have the same brown eyes and their smiles want to make you smile. Very contagious.

I place the photo back on the table. I wanted to slip into his bed, but I stop midway. There was the black book lying openly on his dresser. My black book. My diary.

I rushed to the book and opened it, to make sure that it was mine.

It is.

I threw the book somewhere in the room, ready to kill James. How could he do this to me? I trusted him, or I thought I could trust him.

He even offered to help search for it, but he had it all along. That book means so much to me, he would never understand how sentimental it is.

To him, it was just words written between pages, but it's more than a piece of my past, it is a piece of me.

I almost pluck my hair out of my head. I was beyond frustrated, I was red with fury. I could suffocate him with his own pillow.

All these vicious plans of how to get him back came flooding in my head and I try to calm down before I kill someone tonight.

But it was final.

You can make my name bad, take away everything I have, but when you take away my trust by lying, the consequences will be gruesome.

No more Mr. Nice guy.

You are going to pay James Brown.

Now everyone will see what a bad girl really is.

I took out my phone and dialed a number, "I accept your offer."

"What made you change your mind?"

"You mean whom."

"Whom?"

"The guy I almost fell for."

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Question(s) >> How was Bailey's POV? Do you want more chapters in her POV? Who do you think she phoned?

Chapter dedication >> atinyrose
I dedicated another chapter to you because this one was special and you deserve it! :P