More Than Just a Bad Boy

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Brooke's POV

FLASHBACK

We started bickering once Ryder walked over to where I was standing (by his motorcycle). I noticed sometime before we left that Alex had his arms around "his Mitchie". They must have made up or talked over whatever happened at their church. Honestly, I wanna stay with you Bret! Sorry, side tracked at my brother's version of "Brave". Honestly, I don't like Alex and I think Michelle can do way better then him.

Halfway to Ryder's house, I couldn't bare to even touch him so I let go and grabbed the seat instead. "Brooke, what the fuck are you doing!? You can't just fucking let go! Grab onto me!" Ryder screamed. I could tell he was pissed.

"Calm down. I've done this before. Just chill out," I snapped. Like for real though, I've done this a tone of times.

Ryder immediately pulled over to the side of the rode when I said that, realizing I wasn't going to grab on. Aw, shit. I'm gonna die.

Instead of screaming, he started shaking with his hands in his face. I rubbed soothing circles on his back which I could feel him slightly lean into. What did I do? "J-just. Can, can you puh-please just hang, hang on?" Ryder's voice was as shaky as the rest of him.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I wouldn't have done it if I'd know it would have upset you this much. Are you okay? I am so sorry."

"I'm fine. It's fine. Let's just go." Ryder started his motorcycle up again and I held onto him as I tight as I could. I know he's not fine but I don't know him well enough to push him to tell me. My curiosity was spiraling big time.

Ryder helped me off of the bike then opened his front door using a key that was hidden under a "Welcome" mat. Classic. The house was empty, except for us. Ryder led me to the kitchen where we started working on the project. I'll describe how it went in one word; awkward.

"This is so uncomfortable and beyond boring," Ryder complained, putting his pencil down.

"Not to mention frustrating. I don't get this! I really hate science. I mean, what's the point in learning it if your not gonna be a scientist?"

Ryder chuckled. "How about we forget all the awkwardness and take a break from the boring-and frustrating-work and do something fun?"

"Fun?" I questioned. I'm not quite sure we have the same idea of fun.

"Trust me," Ryder smirked. Smirk=no trust.

"Uh, no thanks. I'm good."

Ryder rolled his eyes. "Just put this on over your underwear and bra and nothing else," Ryder said while lifting his shirt over his head like a model and flinging it at me.

I think I'm drooling.

Ryder shirtless is a sight every girl should see before they die. It's just-yum. He slid his pants down and I blushed and looked away. "First of all, I know you were checking my sexy self out. And second of all, I'm wearing basketball shorts."

I continued blushing and looked at him. Completely ignoring his "first of all", I asked, "Are you one of those guys who wears basketball shorts under their pants?" I hate that, I mean wouldn't it be so uncomfortable. It makes sense if you have a game right after school or something but if not...

"I only wear them once in a while. Now, go put that on and meet me out there." Ryder pointed to the sliding door leading out to the backyard.

Should I trust him? No. Do I trust him? Unfortunately yes. There's just something about him that makes me feel safe and that I can trust him. That's so gonna bite me in the butt...

I found my way to the bathroom and took my pants and shirt off. I slid Ryder's maroon t-shirt over my head. It was big on me, so it fell slightly above mid thigh. I've never worn a one-price thing, like a dress, this short. Hell, I barely ever wear a dress.

My heart started to beat harder as I placed my clothes on the kitchen counter. I kept tugging the shirt down, willing it to grow, but of course, it wouldn't. I tried swallowing my nerves as I slid the sliding door shut behind me. "Ryder?" I called out, looking around. I saw a ginormous swimming pool. The pool lights were on, making the water glow. I walked up to the edge and stuck my toe in. The water was warm.

Someone placed their hands on the middle of my back and pushed me. Not only did that person get me wet, but they scared me and managed to tick me off too.

FLASHFORWARD

I swam after him, swimming under water. I touched his foot and went up for air. Ryder came up a phew feet away from me.

"You're it," I told him while treading water.

"No I'm not," Ryder gave me his oh-so-famous smirk.

"Um, yes you are. I tagged your foot."

"I don't know what your talking about but if your gonna lie, I'll please you and go with it. So yes, you did tag me," Ryder talked to me like I couldn't understand English.

What a bimbo. "Sorry to break it to you, but you're not as good or as fast as you think."

"Oh, yeah?" Ryder asked with a devilish grin. "We'll see about that."

Before I could do anything, Ryder dove underwater at me and hooked his arm around my waist, pulling me with him. He swung me so my elbows could rest on the deep end's edge. Ryder pressed his entire front-side against the back of me. Immediately, he started trailing a line of kisses from the base of neck, upwards. He found my sweet spot and gently nibbled on it, forcing a small moan to escape my lips. I should push him off. Should. But he's making me feel so... Ryder started to suck on that spot and I could feel his tongue flick out over the skin. I let out a louder moan.

Ryder turned me around so his shirtless self was against my chest. "Told you I was good. You know what I'm fast at?" We were so close. I couldn't trust myself to answer in a steady voice so I shook my head no. "This," Ryder, the ass that he is, grabbed the bottom of the sopping wet t-shirt that's plastered against me, and ripped it over my head, off of me. He did it so fast I didn't even know what was going on.

Ryder lifted himself out of the pool and took off inside. I can hear Michelle now: I hope he trips and falls onto his face then drowns in the pool. She's joking, but if you didn't know her, you wouldn't know that. (She's really good at keeping straight faces.)

So here I am, contemplating as to wether I should chase after Ryder and murder him, or stay here by myself where he won't see anymore of the barely-covered me.

Thank you, Ryder! Just when I was starting to think that maybe you were more than just a bad boy.

A/N

I wanted to thank "Michelle" who a while ago, gave me the idea of their fight in the motorcycle. So thank you! Please tell me what you think of this story/chapter, who's your favorite character, etc. Please vote and comment! Thanks for reading and Happy belated Easter! God bless

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