What's a bad boy?

Chapter 30//The heart behind the boy

Chapter 30//The heart behind the boy

Tiny recap:

"Can I come in?"

Present:

Chad looks at me with an amused interest.

"Be my guest" he muses.

I knew that coming here would be risky. Chad is alike Hunter in so many ways, only beneath all that muscle Hunter actually has a heart... or so I hope.

"So, what does the most popular girl in town want from me?" He smirks, learning his arms backwards on a chair to emphasise his defined muscles.

"Trust me I wouldn't be here if I wasn't desperate" my jaw clenches at his cockiness.

"Wow, Hunter was right. You really do have a sharp tongue."

"Come on Chad. I remember you from when Bella kidnapped me. You don't have to pretend to be a man whore, it actually makes me lose more respect for you" I tell him bluntly.

The right side of his mouth quirks up a bit in amusement but other than that his expression remains the same.

"Who's to say I'm not actually like this?" he challenges.

"Don't care, but you know what I say to boys like you?"

He cocks his head to the head side awaiting my answer.

"I say that guys with egos like balloons deserve to have them popped."

Surprisingly he nods in approval.

"Fair enough. But I reckon you didn't just come here to debate stereotypes."

I nod at his assumption.

"Should we adjourn to the room upstairs then?" He asks in a fake British accent that would surely make any other girl weak at the knees.

"Whatever nerd" I simply reply.

I follow him up a magnificent stair case with a golden rail and marble steps. There's no doubt in my mind that Chad's parents are loaded.

"Take a seat" he says gesturing to a chair pushed up against a grey desk.

His table is littered with paper and stationary, in front of a cork board of photos and memories. It'd be more adorable if most of the pictures weren't of him with some girl. I swear there's a different one in every pic!

"So, what do you wanna talk about? Doctor Chad is open for business" he asks cheekily.

Rolling my eyes I place my hands on my thighs, my fingers lingering over the red marks on my skin. I vaguely remember Hunter's soft fingers prying my hands off of them, which in turn brings on a wave of pain. Chad takes all of this in, from the marks on my thighs to the sad expression washing over my face.

"Violet, seriously tell me. Is someone hurting you? Is it Hunter? Cause if it is then I will happily bash his teeth into his head, I'll finally have a reason-"

"It's not Hunter. Well no actually it is him but not in the way you think."

"Ohhhh, does he wanna take the 'next step'-"

"NO!" I shout at him, blocking my ears, "I'm talking about the 'proposition' he made at the meeting."

"Ohhhh" he says once more, this time remaining silent afterwards.

"He asked me to go over to his place and-"

"Violet, is rather not hear about the intense make out session that is surely about to occur in this story" he interrupts.