My Bad Boy's Diary

~Eight~ bad reputation

It was possibly the best afternoon of my life; riding on the back of Dalton's motorcycle, my arms wrapped around him. Feeling his body against mine, after agonizing over him for so long.

But it was over before I was ready to let go of him.

We were almost to our respective houses and I tapped him on the shoulder.

He glanced back at me and I pressed into him a little more snugly to shout in his ear, "Pull over!"

He didn't react, he just did it.

I liked that.

When we pulled up alongside the curb, I reluctantly unwound my arms from his waist and slid off the bike.

My legs were shaking like none other.

He eyed me with a smirk as I pulled the helmet off and tried to smooth down my crazy frizz. Helmets were so not my friends.

"Don't wanna be seen with me?" He asked, amused, taking the helmet from me.

Our fingers touched and I blushed. "Damn right I don't wanna be seen with you!"

He laughed warmly, unoffended. "Fair enough, I wouldn't wanna be seen with me either."

"My mom would literally kill me, then kill you, then kill me again if she knew I'd been on that bike."

"Noted. I'll pick you up in my car."

His black '64 Impala? Yes, please.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the park."

He laughed again. "Sure thing, sugar. When you wanna do this coffee B.S. then?"

"I'll text you." I turned to go, hiding my smile.

"You have my number?"

I stopped and turned back. "Yes, Dalton, I've had it for forever!"

He shook his head, smile gone. "Whatever, weirdo." He revved away and I watched him go, my good mood somewhat dampened now.

He was seriously such a jerk!

I'd had his number since we were little. When he first got a cellphone, in fact, we had all exchanged numbers for birthday parties and stuff. How times had changed.

He'd had my number once, but he clearly hadn't kept it, even though neither of us had ever changed our cell phone numbers.

Whatever, I wasn't surprised.

I pulled my phone out and decided to text him right then, why not? I held the cards over him now; I held his reigns. I didn't care if he judged me for being needy or whatever; his deepest, darkest fear.

Needy women were like his kryptonite.

So maybe I'd blow him up.

'Might wanna watch wut names u call me from now on, boy.' I texted him and grinned.

I was almost home and I noted his motorcycle parked in the driveway. I felt my phone buzz and pulled it out of my pocket.

'OK baby wutever u say. U da boss now.'

I kept my expression neutral in case he was watching me from the window. Not that he would; that was my creepy kind of behavior, not his.

'Damn straight.' I texted him back to which he never replied.

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Nov. 23rd 2013.

Almost TDay. Wish Mom were here. Wish she'd call. No idea where she is, where she's been, if she ever...

Sometimes I see those bitches next door and I feel so goddamn mad that they have a tight family. There's always cars in the driveway around the holidays. Buncha bitches getting together, pretending to care about each other. The holidays makes me sick.

Whatever. Just me and the old man.

Gonna crack some cold ones.

Fuck It.

I put the journal down, depressed. I'd had no idea he felt that way, was capable of feeling that way. That had been one of his more terse, drunken entries, and I wondered how many times he had glanced over at our house and resented us for having a full size family.

It made my heart ache for him, just a little bit.

But I tried to ignore the feeling.

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Ru-roh! Our little Brooklyn is in deep now, isn't she? Better watch out before she finds herself in love!

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