The Bad Boy [Carter Reynolds]

The bad boy (14)

I walk into my house with a confused expression on my face and hundredth questions in my mind.

Why did he suddenly act like we are something? How did his feelings suddenly change so fast? Why is he starting to make me so confused?

The next thing I do, is I walk up to my room tired and exhausted, to immediately take shower to wake me up a bit and to clear me thoughts.

Immediately jump on my bed and think about my life. Like seriously this has never happened before and it's sooo confusing. The only thing I want to do right now is sleep, but I can't get myself to do it. I just think about Carter.

Hours later after doing nothing I could hear a door open and close. My mom and my brother runs into the living room and probably hugs grandma right now. I could hear a little bit of their conversation right now about her trip, but not everything they say, just mumbling.

I beg to god that grandma wont tell her about Carter and me bringing him home when I'm alone.

Mom is so overprotective when it comes to guys. It's her fault that I've never had a boyfriend.

She expect the most. She want me to have marry a gentleman you see in movies and stuff. And not a douch bag that hook up with you and leave you. And to bad for me, that the only guys that I went to school with was douche bags, like that. But I can't blame her tough, she only wants the best for me.

Suddenly a big noise comes from the window, interrupting me thoughts.

My eyes immediently move to the window frame and I get a lot of scary thoughts of what's hiding behind those flying curtains.

It's soon midnight and after seeing a lots of horror movies with my best friend in the past weeks I get a really odd feeling. The goosebumps start to take over and I walk up from my bed slowly to the window. The curtains are in the air flying a bit, cause the window is all open.

"Whose there?" I say, even tough I know nobody would answer me.

I move my body slowly towards window and the thought of actually doing this frightens me. I am a pussy so usually, I would hide under the blanket. But now, I really feel like checking out what's on the other side of the curtains. I feel like there something hiding behind it, and something in me really want to find out what it is.

I'm 100% sure that it's a serial killer.

Just when I'm about to move the curtains away, it hops out of the window frame and on the floor of my room, and I scream in shock.

"OMG you! Ahh!!" I scream to my cat black when he started snuggling with my legs.

I imidiently close the window, so the room won't be so cold and unsafe anymore.

"You scared me to death!" I say to my cat Mike, as I takes him up on my lap to snuggle with him.

Mike is my black fat cat. I've had him for over two years now and he is actually the only boyfriend my mom allowed me to have.

I feel like in the future I would end up as and old cat lady with 64 cats. I laugh at the silly thought and continued to cuddle with Mike.

"Maggie!" My mom shouted pissed, scaring the living crap out of me when she enters the room, furiously.

"My god mom! You scared me to death" I say and put a hand on my chest, looking like I just got a heart attack.

Which I actually got.

actually. two. heart. attacks.

"What is it?" I sigh and continued to clap Mike that was sitting on my lap making himself way to comfortable.

"Grandma said you brought a boy home! And I don't know this boy! Maggie you can't just bring a boy home without my permission!" She yells. This was the reaction I was waiting for.

"Mom I know.. okay. We didn't do anything I swear" I say and look into her furiously angry eyes.

"Yeah cause, I don't want to take care of more children in this house! your brother is already enough pain in the ass" she huffs, looking extremely tired and pissed.

The sight in front of me now is terrifying actually, just like I expected. I just hoped that grandma wouldn't tell anything, but then again it's grandma, she's not the best at keeping secrets. My mom has big bags under her eyes and dark hair is so messy, but I'm not one judge.

"I know..we're only friends so you can calm down" I say slowly and quietly to relax her.

She inhales and exhales slowly probably cause she's so stressed out, before she finally asks me.

"What's his name?" She say and tried her best to put on a comforting smile.

"What?"

"I said what's his name?"

This side of mom, I haven't seen in ages. So calm and relaxing almost beautiful beside the looks.

"Oh..uhm..Carter..Carter Reynolds" I say, feeling myself blushing a bit.

"Do you like him?" She asks, and I almost begin to choke.

"No! No, of course not! I said were just friends" I say, embarrassed that my mom are asking me these kind of questions. She never do this and she never have done it before, so this is surprisingly uncomfortable.

"Okay then" she says slowly. "Goodnight" she walks out of the room with a expression that I can't quite read.

I wonder what she's thinking.

I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Waiting for myself to fall asleep, and after some minutes I finally drift off to sleep.