My Bad Boy Best Friend

Chapter 8: So we're officially normal now?

Cat food.

Cat. Food.

Kitty cat food!

Cat! Food!

CAT FREAKING FOOD!

My brain was no more fit to be considered a brain anymore!

All I could think about was cat food?

I don't even have a cat--unless an imaginary one counts?

Besides why would my imaginary cat eat cat food when it can eat ice cream all day everyday?

Okay, I wish I was my imaginary cat?

I lifted my head from my pillow slightly and squinted my eyes trying to convince myself that it was time to wake up.

Nope. I was exhausted. I was still exhausted.

I glared at the time and groaned.

It was Monday morning and all I wanted to do was go back to bed.

This was all on Badboy!

Saturday night he seemed okay, he seemed just fine! And then the next morning he just disappeared! He was just gone?

Not even Hunter knew where the idiot went!

It wasn't all that hard to convince myself that he was okay for almost all of yesterday. Almost. But I hardly got any sleep last night. By around two a.m. I was genuinely worried about him.

Which was stupid. But that's just how my brain worked at two a.m.?

So now I was sleepy. And I had to get out of my bed and face reality. School.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed.

"Alexa?" A soft voice whispered.

What?

Now this is just unrealistic.

"Danny?" My voice was raspy.

"Yeah, hey, are you okay?"

"What? Why wouldn't I be?"

"Good, you're safe then, I'll see you at school?"

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

He hung up on me? Ouch.

Aw well, that was too good to be true anyway.

It took me a while, but I managed to pick myself out of bed.

It was just your average Monday morning.

Mom and dad were in the kitchen, I was almost late for school and it took me unusually long to freshen up and eventually leave the house.

By the time I got inside my car I picked up on the fact that something wasn't right. Oh crap, this is definitely how I die! On an average Monday morning of all days!

"Fuck." I whispered under my breath. The figure in my backseat sent chills down my spine.

"So this is it huh?" I let out a nervous chuckle.

"Drive." He stared straight ahead.

"No, if you're going to kill me, you're going to have to do it here, I refuse to die at school, it's just not the kind of place you want to--"

"Lexi." The cold tone said more than it was supposed to.

I just shrugged and drove. It was uncomfortable. Badboy was mad at me? And he wasn't making any effort to hide that. He didn't say a word. So we were left with silence. Really awkward, unbearable silence.