Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Alias: Crybaby

"Help me. Please," I whispered, crawling towards him.

He glared down at me, curling his lip in distaste as I grabbed his ankle, pleading for help.

"Useless," he spat, kicking me away.

I cried out, clutching my hand as he walked away.

"Wait! Don't go!" I cried, tears streaming down my cheek.

I sat up, breathing heavily. "Wait!" I cried, reaching for something.

Turning to my clock I sighed.

5:59 it read.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm my heartbeat.

"A dream," I whispered,"It was just a dream."

I buried my head in my hands, tears falling.

My head jerked up suddenly as someone knocked on the door.

"Who the hell could it be at this hour?" I muttered, crawling out of bed and wiping my tears away.

I ran down the stairs, opening the door.

"Hey Ryann,'' Damon smirked.

I shut the door, enjoying the sound of a muffled thud as it hit his face.

"That's not gonna keep me away," he sang, pushing against the door.

"If you so much as step a foot into this house I will throw you off the highest bridge I can find," I hissed.

"Then you better start looking," he said.

I pushed against the door, only to be shoved back.

He pushed me back triumphantly and I groaned, sitting on my couch as he shut the door.

"What are you doing here at 5 in the morning?" I hissed.

"It's 6. And I came to say g-"

"If you say good morning I promise that it won't be for you," I said, lying down and throwing my arm over my eyes.

"Didn't get enough sleep?" he asked, sitting down by my feet.

"I did."

"Then why are you so moody?"

"Take a guess."

"Mood swings, natural bitchiness, period..."

"Say one more thing and I'll kill you."

I felt his gaze burning and squirmed.

"I think you want to bang me," he said with finality.

"Bang you? I'd prefer hang..."

"Ooo. That sounds kinky. I'm in," he said.

I said nothing and a moment of silence passed between us.

"You've been crying,haven't you?" he asked suddenly.

"What?"

"When you opened the door, your eyes were red," he said softly.

"Stay out of this," I said, sitting up.

"Who hurt you?" he asked, following me as I stood up.

"No-one. Now get out of my house before I call the cops," I said, walking up the stairs slowly.

"Call the cops? On me? Now why would you do that if you could have some fun with me instead?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"It's early in the morning. I don't want to torture myself any further," I replied bluntly.

"I know you love me!"

"Jesus loves you... but everyone else thinks you're an asshole," I said.

"Keep talking babe!"

"Get out my house creep. I'm tired," I yawned.

"School starts in an hour," he called.

"Great. That's just enough time for you to get out of my house."

"Or I could make you breakfast while you get ready and then drive you to school," he said.

I stopped, then turned. "Deal. I may hate you but I'm not stupid enough to turn down food."

"Yeah...especially my food."

I rolled my eyes. "Knowing you, that was meant in a dirty way."

"You know it Babe! Now go and get ready."

I ground my teeth and stormed to my room.

"I cannot wait to kick him out my house," I muttered.

Hey guys! This is the new chapter and I hope you all enjoyed it! Don't forget to comment and vote and see you in the next chapter! And thanks to TornAlive for the pun 😂