Bad Boy In Love

Chapter 17- Babe

"Ryder, really, I'm not joking."

He walks towards his closet and opens it as wide it could open.

"Good luck babe," he winks at me and goes into his bathroom.

Holy fuck. His closet was worst than his room. It smelled too. There were jeans, shirts, jackets, and ew, his underwear all in a cluttered mess. One day, one day Jones, you're room is going to be flawless.

"Oh," I turn around and Ryder takes off his shirt revealing his perfect built body. James had a 6-pac but Ryder's seemed more tighter. He looked hot. Even hotter than James.

"Stop checking me out. And babe, you look sexy with that towel on." He closes his bathroom door and I walk towards his closet. I'm going to die in here.

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I walk downstairs to the kitchen and see Claire.

"Good Morning Tyler, How was your sleep?" Claire smiles as she puts her earrings on. She looked really nice. Her hair was nice and had loose curls. She had a black v-neck dress going to her knees and it fitted perfect on her. She had black heels on and her makeup was on point.

"My sleep was great. Thanks. And you look beautiful. I like that dress."

"Thank you, Tyler. I have to go, there is cereal, poptarts, and waffles. Help yourself." She grabs her purse and zooms out the door. Wow. What's the occasion?

She didn't tell me where they were. I look around and see Hanna eating cereal. I walk towards the five seater island and sit next to Hanna.

"Hello sweetheart," I look at Hanna and give her a smile. She was eating my favorite cereal. Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I wanted to grab her spoon and finish her cereal but it looked to soggy, and I hate my cereal like that.

She takes one big spoonful of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and puts her spoon down.

"Hey Tyler," she gets down to the floor and puts her bowl in the sink.

Then I heard a honking noise outside. I walk to the living room and peek out the window, there was a big yellow bus. And then I heard the front door close. Hanna was walking towards the school bus. Wow. Their mornings are so, fast. At my house my mom would obviously stay home and make pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Mmm, I could go for bacon now. I cross my eyes and moan.

"Boo," someone whispers in my ear making me slap them in the face.

"Owe, I was expecting you to jump into my arms and say 'I think there's a ghost in the house, thank you for keeping me safe Ryder' not you slapping me in the face," he puts his hand over his cheek.

"Yeah, like that would actually happen, and I have fast reflexes, can't blame me," I give him the duck face closing my eyes.

He walks into the kitchen and I follow him and he takes a pack of cold peas and puts it on his face. What a baby. I roll my eyes.

"What? You have a heavy hand babe."

"Can you stop calling me babe, that's not necessary," I sit down back on the island and he puts the peas onto the counter and leans towards me.

He whispers, "does it bother you?"

Our faces were inches away, noses almost touching, and his lips looked so sweet and tender. Wait, no, no, Tyler stop. That's disgusting.

"Yes, and I'd appreciate if you stop calling me that."

"Good, then that's your official nickname. You better get used to it babe," he backs up and winks.

"What ever, anyways, how am I getting to school?"

"Um, I don't know, how do you usually go to school?"

James, I sigh and put my elbow on the counter and cup my chin with my palm. I miss James, for the last week he was here, he was not a rapist. I look at my phone and it says 8:10. School doesn't start until 8:30 and a walk from Ryder's house, (which was farther than my house) to school is about an hour. And in a car it's about 15 minutes.

"Damn it," I put my head down and mumble.

"What's wrong babe?" His voice sounded cocky, "need a ride?"

"No, I'll walk," I spat.

"Yeah, good luck with that. No, get your bag and be ready," he leaned in again.

I picked up my head and gave him a confused look.

"Be ready for what?"

"You're going to school on a motorcycle," a smirk played on his lips.

"Yeah, ha ha. Tell me another joke," I lean back onto the chair and cross my arms.

His smirk vanished away.

"It is a joke, right?" I sit up on my chair and fix my back position.

"Sorry to break it to you babe, but no, that's all I have in the garage," he leans back on the counter behind him.

"No, no. I'm not going on that thing with you," I shook my head so nervously.

He walks up to me, turns my chair around, and cups my face with his hands.

"Well, you have to, 'cause I'm your only hope from getting to school under five minutes," he let's go of my face and walks out of the kitchen.

"Get ready babe, we only have 15 minutes before first bell rings," his voice echoed throughout the house.

This is not happening, I have to go on a motorcycle, with Ryder? Now, I kinda wish I lived with Nick.

Only if my mom took me with her, none of this wouldn't happen. I couldn't even find all of my underwear and bras in his closet. What's going to happen when I go on his motorcycle. And what the hell?! Isn't he rich? Shouldn't he have a Lamborghini or a Mercedes Benz or some expensive car like that?

He comes downstairs with the typical black leather jacket but no combat boots. Ah, what a shocker. He always wears them.

"Hello? Princess?" I get off of the chair and walk upstairs.

I grab my side bag and think. Maybe, I should change up my look. Show Ryder I'm not so much of a "nerd"

I take off my Old Navy sweater and take off my white t-shirt, throw them on the floor. Don't judge me, we girls all have our lazy days. And I grab a white tight-fitted-onto-my-stomach shirt and put it on. I throw a small jean jacket on and I take off my gray sweatpants and put a pair of black skinny jeans. Most people say that skinny jeans suffocate your thighs and legs but what meat do I have on my body? I throw a pair of combat boots on and take my ponytail down and tease my hair. Honestly, I don't know where this clothes came from, maybe when I was in my emo stage?

I go into the bathroom and look at myself. I need something else. Hmm, maybe I should add some makeup. And I do so, I add eye liner, a little eye shadow, and some mascara. Yes, just because I don't like makeup, I still have it. When I was in the eighth grade my mom complained that I need to try makeup on special occasions and of course during Christmas when I asked for Pierce The Veil tickets, she gets me a makeup kit. Worst Christmas ever. Anyways, I step back and take one last glimpse. Perfect. Oh Shit! School.

I hear a knock on the door, and I open it. Giving the bad boy a smile, he looked surprised. And his jaw dropped, now, I could admit, I look hot.

"I'm ready," I give him a wink, walk past him and walk downstairs.

No, I'm not ready to die yet.

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Hey Guys!

How do you like the new Tyler? Badass right?

Sorry, it's been a long time since I last updated, I was focused on my graduation. And this is just a small chapter but next time, I'll try my best.

But yay! First update in the summer!

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-Amaya