This Bad Boy I'm With

[33]: Why I Fell

[33]: Why I Fell

"UM... SETH? WHERE ARE WE going?" I asked him after I looked up from my phone and realized that Seth wasn't driving the way home.

He didn't answer nor looked like he listened to me.

Oh no, this cannot be good.

I checked my phone for Speed Dial and changed it into 911 and suddenly, I felt quite bad for assuming something unsure about him.

But Thea! He might take advantage of you! My brain insisted.

I stuck to that reason as I tried to keep calm. I stared at outside the window, watching the buildings get fewer and fewer until only trees were the only things seen in the early evening.

The hairs on my arms and legs stood on the end and I could feel a cold chill run down my spine. No way I could be calm!

"Hey, you ok?" I heard him ask.

"No," I squeaked out.

"Why?" He asked.

"Please don't hurt me!" I suddenly blurted out, no control of my mouth at all as I clung into Seth's right arm which was driving the wheel. "Have mercy on me, Seth! We're good friends!"

The car suddenly jerked to the left but Seth quickly managed to keep the car on the right side of the road.

"Thea!" Seth exclaimed, looking down at me for a moment. I was still clinging onto him , pressing my cheek against the hard muscles on his arm. I was like hugging a teddy bear except, it was a real-live arm.

"I won't hurt you okay?" He assured, a tone of amusement evident in his voice.

***

"Thea wake up," I heard Seth whisper. The car has stopped but the engine and air condition was still on.

"Mmmmm, 5 minutes." I mumbled, tightening my grip on his arm.

"Thea," he tried again, still whispering. "There's a big fat cockroach on your window!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! KILL IT!" I shrieked my lungs out, shot out of my seat and leaped into Seth's lap.

Woah, adrenaline rush, way to go.

I looked at my window and there was no 'big fat cockroach' that Seth was talking about.

"You idiot!" I exclaimed, hitting Seth's chest, who by the way was laughing his head off. And then I heard my stomach grumble loudly which made his laughs turn into guffaws.

"Holy fu-- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He tried saying for, I think, the fifth time.

I was getting annoyed.

"Oh shit, that was-- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Sixth time.

"You should've seen your-- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Seventh time.

"Seth, stop it." I said as he laughed.

He didn't seem to hear me because he didn't stop laughing.

"Seth." I stated, shooting him death glares this time.

"AHAHAHAHA! AND THEN YOU STOMACH WENT-- AHAHAHAHAHA!"

Eight time.

"Seth, it's not funny already,"

But then I found myself smiling too. It was such a cute sight-- the Seth Deavon was actually laughing. To everybody else, his laugh may seem like angels singing.