The Bad Boy's Everything

Chapter 4

Hope this chapter is long enough to hold you guys down for a while.

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                                  Chapter 04

Avery's sing-song voice had never sounded sweeter to my ears.

Not wanting my cover to be compromised, I hastily pulled him down to sit in front of me.

I don't why or how I had grown so unbelievably comfortable to yank Avery freaking Louis, quite forcefully I may add, but I did. He was easily one of the top five baddest kids in school. (I think he was after this kid who stabbed a security guard in juvie with a fork and put in the slammer for a few months...)

Avery never seemed mad though. Not when I raised my voice at him or not when Mr. Hankerson forced him to go handle me, he only seemed irritated then.

I wondered what had ticked him off enough to start a fight with Jared. I wondered why he had ever gotten into any fight.

"This is the part where you lean in, grab me by the collar, and kiss all of our sexual tension away." He whispered quite sexily.

I had no doubt that he had used that tone to bed a few girls. And I was in no way immune to his charm; no matter how bad I wanted to be at the time. I just wasn't dumb enough to fall for his act.

It was his flirtatious gaze, husky voice, and dazzling lip bitting skills that had caught me.

A deep blush stained my cheeks against my will and my heart thumped annoyingly hard against my chest.

My body obviously was not aware of his mischievous ways, because otherwise, it wouldn't have been pacing as fast as it was.

"Come on," he took my hand and attempted to pull me up with him but I held my ground.

He gave me a 'what now' look and I pointed in the boys's direction with my own 'duh, you doofus' look in return.

"Just come on. I got you." He told me.

I didn't know what that meant. I got you. Was he going to defend me if they decided to embarrass me?

Nevertheless, I took him for his word and let him pull me up. With my head down in shame, I could still pin-point the moment everyone noticed us.

The room fell dead silent as I followed behind Avery, holding onto the back of his shirt a little.

"Natalie?"

My eyes slid up a little to meet the confused eyes of Brandon Gomez, a boy on the school's undefeated soccer team and one of the many people who had attempted to pull me out of my shell with their friendliness.

"Quiet girl giving blow jobs in the boy's locker room," commented another boy.

"He fucked her so hard she couldn't even put on her shirt right," joked another boy right after; a wave of laughter followed his senseless joke, but it still hurt nonetheless.

My whole body heated up in pure humiliation. I felt my eyes fill up with tears as I glared down at the ground.

"It's kind of like you're asking to get hurt." Avery said, half feigning shock and half seriousness.

My hand easily fell from the weak grip I had on his shirt when Avery moved to step up to them, I had no doubt he was in a threatening stance because silence swept the room yet again.

"Come on." He muttered to me before taking my hand and led us to the locker room exit.

He let my hand go once we were out in the gym where only a handful of kids loitered around.