The Bad Boy Moves Next Door

Want a kiss?

The car ride gets really quiet so I decide to turn on the radio. I play with the buttons until I find a good station. "Can we still be friends. Can we still be friends. Doesn't have to end. And if it ends can we be frien-" I get cut off by a not so happy Blake. "Can you be quiet, you sound like a hippo on crack, falling to its death." He changes the radio station. "YOU A STAR IN YOUR OWN WORLD AND THE SKY OPENS UP FOR YOU. MAMA SAID THAT THEY COME THROUGH AND GO. SHES GOT EVERYTHING SHE NEEDS TO KNOW TO COME BACK TO YOU. SHE'LL COME BACK FOR Y-" he changes the station once again. "IF YOU LIKE IT THEN YOU SHOULDA PUT A RING ON IT. Come on Blake, sing along. You seem to know the song judging by earlier!"

Blake drives for about another hour. I have no idea where we're going. I barely know Blake, and from what I do know he's annoying and slightly too flirty. Also really hot. But I still wouldn't fall for him. I know better than that. Boys like him use girls like me. "My mother invited you, your brother, and parents for dinner at my house tonight." "We don't have parents. I just live with Ethan. Pretty much just me and him, not really any family." "Oh I'm sorry." He stares down.

He drives in silence for a while. "Want a kiss?" "Excuse me?!" He pulls out a bag of Hershey's kisses from god knows where. "Where the hel- wha- how did yo- never mind."

An hour or so later we arrive at a parking lot. Blake parks the car near the entrance of what looks like a store. We walk inside, Blake leading. "What are we doing?" "Don't worry, princess." We walk up to a station and Blake talks to some guy. But I, not paying attention, glance at a sign. Paint balling. Sigh, I could be in school right now. I'm probably missing so much. Ava and Dylan are probably wondering where I am or why I didn't contact them. That's it! I can text them. I pull out my phone and make a group chat with Ava and Dylan.

Zoey: guys I'm not at school 2day cuz my new neighbor made me skip to prove I'm not a good girl or something. Now he dragged me to a paint balling place. Sos

Dill Pickle: what bow can't be tied?

Zoey: ugh this again, idk

Dill Pickle: a rainbow haha

Maybe I should mention that whenever I see or talk to Dylan he tells me a lame joke.

Ava-tar: guys I'm in class what do you want why am I being spammed

Zoey: read the chat Ava lmao

Ava-tar: ohh what's his name

Zoey: I thought u couldn't talk cuz ur in class

Dill Pickle: just answer the question Zoe

Zoey: his names Blake Dossi

Ava-tar: Oh crap... I heard he's in a gang

Dill Pickle: zoe, we love you and your choices, but just warning you, he's bad news. He's a real player.

Zoey: how do you guys know?

Ava-tar: well we actually turned our phones on this summer, unlike you mrs sleep in 😂

Dill Pickle: tru tru

Zoey: well thanks for the tip guys. I'll watch out. I'll cya tomorrow.

I turned off my phone, happy to have this new info. Now I have more reasons not to fall for him. Blake walked over to me, grabbed my ar, and pulled me to a changing room, passing me gear. "I assume by now you would know that we're paintballing." "No shit Sherlock."

I walk out of the arena with Blake. Him clutching his arm and limping, me with a smile on my face, skipping and humming. "MUAHAHHHAHAHAHAHA MUAHHAHAHAHAHAH MUAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAA." I scheme."STOP PLEASE." Blake screeches. "What, I'm just evil scheming, I do this twice a day, usually around 10 am and 5 pm." "What?! I'm concerned for your mentality." "Nevermind."

I get out of the change rooms, clothes in hand. I walk out and scan the room for Blake. Ava and Dylan were right. There he is in the corner of the room making out with a brunette, clutching her ass. Yuck. I hand my gear to the guy at the counter. Well, all the gear besides the paintball gun. I quickly aim and shoot Blake in the ass from across the room. I place the gun back on the counter and give the man a wink and sprint back to the car.

I wait in the car with my phone for a few minutes until Blake comes back. "Oh my gosh! Some guy shot me in the butt with a paintball gun, can you believe that?!" Blake scowls. My mouth forms a large grin and soon I start laughing and falling in my seat. After a few minutes I pull myself together and sit up. "What's so funny?" He glares. "Um nothing." I reply. "Are you sure it's nothing?" He leans closer. "Yea." I whisper. "Cause it didn't seem like nothing to me." He stares at my lips then leans in closer. Then he blows his breath in my face and starts laughing. "You were actually going to let me kiss you?!" "What, no." "You so were!" "No I wasn't!!" I lean over and slap him. Oh Blake, I'm going to get you back.