More Than Just a Bad Boy

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Brooke's POV

Did he really just admit...? The Ryder Williams likes...me? Someone pinch me please, I think I might be dreaming.

I jumped when I felt a pinch on my arm right before my ears were filled with cruel laughter. "Did you really think I would like you? Ha! That's a good one. That whole text..." he paused, why, for, dramatic effect? I'm already humiliated enough. My heart feels like it walked into a badass elevator and dropped 82 floors to the lower level of disappointment. He continued stabbing my ears with his cruel voice, "...it was fake. At first I thought you'd be a good lay. I like a little challenge. But after I got a good look at you in your underwear and bra, I'm glad I didn't go with my original plan. I'm a get it then bid it goodbye kind if guy. I don't have feelings. I don't fall for girls, let alone get stupid crushes. And even if I ended up somehow liking someone, I promise you a day in a secret little waterfall area that that girl won't be you."

I couldn't even think. I kicked him right in the crotch. He can thank me, now he doesn't have to wear protection anymore. You're such a fucking idiot. And you thought he liked you. Why can't you just be smart for once?

I ran past him and into the living room where I yanked open the front door, slamming it behind me. I think I lost the rest of the tiny shred of dignity I had left when I fell to the ground in a heap of disappointment, pain, tears, and humility.

I was lying there like a mess for about three minutes when I heard a car door slam and footsteps running towards me followed by a concerned voice. "Brooke! Brooke, what happened? Come here." Derek sat down next to me and helped me sit up. He leaned my head on his chest while he rubbed my back. We sat like that for roughly ten minutes; Derek whispering soothing words while I cried on my best friend. Sometimes I never know how much I really depend on my best friends them until I need them. Sad, huh?

We got interrupted when Ryder's front door abruptly opened. An empty beer bottle dangled from in between his middle and pointer finger.

Derek's eyes widened while I wiped off my own. "Uh, Ryder, how many have you had?" he asked cautiously as he stood up and pried the beer can out of Ryder's hands.

"I've had three," Ryder's words slurred a bit.

"How can you get drunk off your ass in fifteen minutes!?" I asked.

Derek turned to me, "You don't know what he's capable off." What's that supposed to mean? "Brooke, I know you need me, but Ryder needs me more. He always does things he regrets when he's sober. Can you call someone else to give you a ride?" Well isn't my night just filled with something great around every turn? Note the sarcasm...

"No-wait, maybe." I dialed Austin's number, hoping he'd pick up.

And he did, not even half way through the first ring. Creepy? Little bit. "Hey, cutie."

"Please don't," I stopped him. I don't need to be reminded how I look so far from anything attractive. "Could you please pick me up from somewhere and bring me home?"

"No problem. My house then?" I could hear the disgusting suggestive tone in his voice. He thought.

"My house," you creep. I left out that part sense I actually want a ride home.

"Sorry," he sounded embarrassed. Good, should be. "Text me the address, I'll be there as fast as I can." I hung up with him and did what he asked. I sat on the steps that led off of Ryder's big deck absentmindedly scrolling through my phone.

"Who's coming to pick you up? Your dad? Oh, wait, he can't..." Ryder's viscous voice rang out. I couldn't even help the big fat tears that rolled down my cheeks.

"What the hell's wrong with you!?" Derek screamed at the same time.

"So many things," Ryder laughed in a creepy way.

"Brooke, what happened?" Austin called out to me as he ran up to where I stood. I ran into his arms because I just needed the comfort of anyone except the guy who's name started with "Jackass" and ended with "Williams". He wrapped his arms tightly around me.

I don't know where this sudden urge to prove Ryder wrong right in front if him that I wasn't at least hideous, but I couldn't deny how good it would feel. I leaned out of mine and Austin's hug, grabbed his face gently, and connected my lips with his.

Austin's lips tasted of honey and were too rough against mine. I didn't even get a chance to find out if his tongue grossed me out even more because I got yanked backwards.

My head hit the ground and my vision went black.

A/N

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I just reread this book and I realized how very badly it was written, so I'm trying to redeem myself. Could you guys please pray for a friend of my family; he almost died a couple of weeks ago and they can't start surgery until his infection in his colon is gone. We'd all appreciate the prayers. Thanks, guys! Please comment, vote, follow, message me, fan. God bless...