Mr. Bad Boy and I

Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

 When we reached my street I finally decided to start walking slowly, he followed my steps and lowered his pace. “Finally going slow? Enjoyed my company then?”

 “No, just don’t want to go home.”

 “Why?” He asked curiously.

 “None of your business,” I simply stated not minding it anymore. He’d asked way to many questions to piss me off again.

 “Does your dad beat you up?” He asked randomly.

 “No, ” I quickly said starting to catch the lost pace.

 “Hey, walk slower. I like having a nice romantic walk,” He grinned almost like he was back in his bitch mood.

 “Jason, this is not romantic. It will never be,” I rolled my eyes sighting my house I sighed – relieved.

 “You can resist me all you like, I am interested. And once I’m interested I get what I want.”

 I stopped dead on my tracks and turned around glaring into his eyes, “And why is that?”

 “Because I protect it with all I got.” His jaw hardened and his eyes glared back, he was sure of his statement.

 “So if a guy came here with a gun you’d be able to protect me?” I questioned simply trying to make him admit he couldn’t do anything.

 “Eyes closed,” he said.

 “What if he injures you?”

 “He won’t be able too,” He smiled enjoying my attempt.

 “But what if he does?” I wondered.

 “He won’t, and if by some extreme unlucky chance I do get hurt I still won’t let him hurt you. That is how protective I am.”

 “Will you die trying to protect me?” I questioned smirking.

 “I will succeed, and if that means dying – then yes I will die.” He stopped smiling like he held something onto his words.

 “But you just met me,” I frowned. He was willingly to let go off his life for me? I wished they were just words but I knew better.

 “But tonight, you are mine. Whether you want too be or not, you are. I’m here with you, like a protector. You are my responsibility and I will do everything to do so.”

 “Hmm,” I started walking again feeling completely flushed over his words. I wasn’t anyone special but it felt special.

*

 We stood outside my door, staring at it. I didn’t want to walk inside and go through what I went through everyday. He must be home now, lying on his bed – cold and emotionless as usual.

 “Why don’t you want to go inside?” This time I was confused whether his tone was curiosity or genuine concern for me.

 “None of your business, Jason.” I tried to sound edgy but I know it was as affective as the first time.

 “I don’t want to intrude, I was – never-mind see you tomorrow.” He bit his lower lip as he looked down at me. Was he going to say worried? I don’t know, I just let it be though, because I still didn’t want anything to do with him.

 “What’s tomorrow?” I frowned.

 “Our first date,” He said. The demanding tone had vanished and was replaced with a soft voice.