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2 ~ Shooting With The Bad Boy

"Hey hon," My mom called from the kitchen as I slammed the front door shut, "How was your first day?"

"Fine, Mom," I immediately ran into my bedroom and plopped down on my bed.

I cannot believe I have that jerk in three of four classes. That is so not fair.

Blake Jay Tylers. He dated her. It wasn't for long, but they were together for at least two months. She told me he'd never committed to a relationship until her.

"Sis," My brother's voice sounded from the other side of my door, muffled, "Sis, you good?"

I waited a minute before deciding to respond, "Absolutely perfect."

He cracked the door, the light flowing into my pitch black bedroom, "Oh come on Red, don't be like that."

"Really, I'm okay, Jake," I smiled assuringly, sitting up and clicking on my lamp.

"Okay," He shut the door and I fell back over, completely giving up.

I just need some shut-eye. Maybe this was all some horrible nightmare, and school hasn't really started yet.

And with that, I let sleep wash over me.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

"RED, TIME FOR DINNER," Jake screeched from the kitchen, causing me to jerk awake and fall off my bed.

I sat up, rubbing my head where I hit it, and lied back on the floor, "I'm not hungry!"

"Come on Ruby, you need some food," Mom replied, opening my door and taking in my state: Me, sprawled out on the floor, tangled up in blankets.

I glared up at her, and she knew not to push it, so she backed out and closed my door. Then, my phone lit up and started beeping, the sound ringing throughout my room.

When I picked it up, I immediately wanted to cry.

'Hello? Red? You there?' The boys' voice from the other side of the phone asked.

"Y-yes, I'm here, Hunter," I responded, sitting on my bed.

'How are you?'

"I'm as good as I can be, I suppose," I fought the urge to cry, "How're you holding up? Still, think about her?"

'All the time.'

"Have you remembered anything else about that night?"

'Yeah, that's actually why I was calling.'

"Really," A sudden wave of hope hit me, and I knew something good would come out of this.

'Promise. I'm coming over in a week, right now I'm out of town. I'll see you then, though, okay?'

I smiled to myself, "I'll be here. Goodbye, Hunter."

'Talk later Red.'

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

"I don't wanna go to school," I whined as my mom shook me awake.

"Hon, I know it's hard right now, but you have to go," She reassured me, opening the blinds and letting the light flood in.

"Fine, Mom, I'm going," I sighed, rolling out of bed.

I pushed her out and got dressed, then grabbed my bag and ran out of my room. I went to leave but was stopped at the door.

"You're not gonna eat my breakfast," My brothers hurt voice said from behind me, his hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry bro," I grinned, "I wanna be at school early, I have some stuff I wanna take care of before classes start."

He sighed, "Okay, but at least take a waffle," He held a toasted waffle out to me and I gladly took it, closing the door behind me and hopping on my bike.

Well, I was going to bike somewhere to have some chill time before school started, but my plan was put on halt when my tire blew half way there.

"Dammit," I whispered, bending down and assessing the damage.

"So the good girl cusses," Blake started from behind me, "Need some help, Little Red?"

"Don't call me that," I growled, standing up and turning to him, "And I'm fine. I'm walking to the rest of the way."

I started walking with my bike, but was stopped by the jerk again, "School's the other way, Little Red."

"I know," I smirked, "Who says I'm going to school."

"Woah, the good girl also ditches," He said, catching up to me, "I'm shocked."

"And I'm wounded," I rolled my eyes, placing a hand on my heart to feign hurt, "Who says I'm the good girl?"

His cocky smirk replaced his shocked expression, "Well if you're not the good girl, then why did you let Sammie bully you? The goody-two-shoes always get bullied, but the bad apples stand up."

"How can you be so sure, Tylers?"

"Well," He started, "Its the basic high school food chain. Or, psychology as my dad says."

"Oh really," I quirked an eyebrow, looking up at him, "Psychology. Nice."

"Anyway, where are we going," Blake questioned, trying to lean on my shoulder. I stopped him and shook my head.

"I'm going to go shoot a tree," He looked down at me, surprise etched on his face, "You're going to school."

"Little Red can shoot a gun?"

"Yes. Yes, she can."

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

"I still don't believe that you can shoot a gun. I mean, look at you," Blake looked me up and down and waved his hand, "You're a scrawny little twig!"

"Samantha is smaller though," I shrugged, ready to prove the jerk wrong.

"I'm more ways than one," He said nonchalantly, leaning against a tree behind me.

"Excuse Me," I narrowed my eyes, turning to him and crossing my arms, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Chill, Red," He put his hands up defensively, then put them down, "Why am I acting like I need to protect myself from you?"

I scoffed, "Because you do."

"So the good girl thinks she can fight, eh?"

I smirked, "I do, actually."

He shook his head, "Show me how good you can shoot, then."

I nodded and turned to the target I had set up on a tree. I had a gun hidden there, considering I'd come here every once and a while to relieve my stress.

I aimed at the target and pulled the trigger, hitting dead center. I did it again, the bullet going straight through the hole already there.

"Damn."

"I told you so," A cocky smirk forming on my lips, "You try."

"Say what now," He looked confused, catching the gun I tossed to him.

"You made it obvious you've only ever shot once or twice, so do it."

"Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?"

"What do you mean?"

"The bad boy is usually the one corrupting the good girl, right?"

"Asshole."

"Ouch."

"I told you, Blake," I paused, glaring at him, "I ain't the good girl."