Apologies (10)

2.1K 21 3
                                    

"Are you alone?" Aiken asked me in a tone that told me we had practically switched bodies. He was being the tough guy, pissed at the world. I was the one that was concerned. 

"My sister just left," I admitted, trying my best to sound hesitant. I felt bad, but I wasn't stupid. He couldn't think I didn't mind at all.

"I'm coming over," he said. He didn't say anything more.

"Are you going to come every Saturday, now?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood a little. 

He didn't even answer me.


I had just finished doing up my button-up shirt - that I knew was a stupid idea to wear, but I knew he would like it. I just felt bad about what I had said - by the time he rang the doorbell. I went to greet him quickly, hoping we could talk before we got down to business. He, unfortunately, had some other ideas.

"Let's go," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me to my room, not letting me put a single word in, beforehand.


"Lie down," he ordered forcefully, yet not quite angrily. He was being rude, though. I shouldn't have just been letting all this slide, especially with my reputation. I just couldn't bring myself to make a stink. This would be his one free pass.

I did as he said, even willingly putting out my feet. I figured, since he wasn't bad for the last few times, it might be okay. Plus, he liked them - heaven knows why - so maybe he'd be satisfied with kisses, like before. Sad to say I was very wrong about that.


Aiken

I hauled my bag of tools onto the bed and started rooting through it as soon as Caleb was secured with the cuffs. I knew that made him nervous; he was already squirming and he had that look in his eye. That look that meant he knew he was in deep trouble. I, however, was excited. I was exacting my revenge - not that he was allowed to know that's what it was. It didn't matter if he knew I'd heard him, but if he knew why I cared... 


I undid the bottom half of the buttons on Caleb's shirt. I wasn't going to waste any time on niceties. He didn't deserve it after what he did, even if he was oblivious to how it crushed me. I mean, I would never have thought he would like me, but to be pitied by him? I really got the shit end of the stick with this one. Of all people to like, it had to be Caleb. Of all the things for Caleb to feel for me, it had to be pity. I would rather he join in when his friends pick on me. At least then I would know he hates me; I could never in my life have a shot, but he would know me. He would feel something for me. With pity, I was absolutely nothing to him. I was just the sad little loser that could score him some bonus points with his next fling if they thought it meant he's a nice person. I mean absolutely nothing to Caleb. I mean nothing to Caleb. I mean nothing to him. Nothing.


I just stared at his gorgeous, half-bare torso for a few minutes, just to see him squirm. I knew he hated it when I stared at him like that. 

"Stop it," he said awkwardly. "You're staring, again..."

I said nothing. I just showed him the first tool I would be using.

"No," he gasped, squirming in place. "P-please, dude." I will admit he looked genuinely uncomfortable. I shouldn't have cared, at the moment, but I still did. So, I offered a choice.

"This little guy is going to be a star, today," I told him. "I'm going to let you choose whether he gets to keep his head, right now."

Caleb looked in indecision at the electric toothbrush, taking quite long to answer.

The Bad Boy  BxBWhere stories live. Discover now