Falling For The Bad Boy

Chapter 10

Emilie

I can feel my heart about to explode in my chest. No one's ever said anything as nice to me. But what hits me most is that he has feelings for me. I mean, who knew? After all these years, the bad boy has a crush on me? 

'I think I like you too, Callum.'

His face lights up with that adorable smile that makes him look like a young carefree boy.

'S-Seriously?'

'Yes.'

He pulls my face in for another kiss and he straight away slips his tongue into my mouth and I can't help but let out a quiet moan. I can just feel his smirk under our kiss and it's almost like he's purring.

I pull out for air. How does he make out for so long? Doesn't he need to breathe?

'We should get going.' I whisper into his chest.

'Yeah. Do you want to come to my house?' I lift my head up from his chest and I can see him smirking.

'O-Okay.' I'm already nervous. What if his family's there? What if I have to meet them? I look terrible, what do I do?

'We can stop by your house first if you want.'

'Yes please.'

We climb down the tree and walk over to his car. On the way over, I learn a little more about him. He likes the colour black (obviously) but also blue. He loves dogs and is allergic to cats. He learns that my favourite colour is orange. Not a bright orange but an orange that would be in a beautiful sunset. And he learns that I too, love dogs but I can't have one because my family's so busy.

The car stops in front of my house.

'You wait there. I'll be back in a twenty  minutes.'

'Okay.'

I unlock the door and run up the stairs to my bedroom. I brush my teeth, and wash my face in the middle of showering. I quickly wash off the soap suds off my body, turn off the shower and dry myself quickly. I leave my hair for now. I add a light coat of mascara and a little lipgloss because I am no makeup artist. Now for my outfit. What do I wear? I don't want to go for the usual jeans and hoodie. Well..there is that one top my mum bought me a while back but it's quite revealing. Definitely out of my comfort zone. But since when have I actually been IN my comfort zone for the past few days? I pull the top on with a pair of black jeans. It's a pink nude crop top, not too cropped but noticeable. It's not loose or too tight. It has these stringy parts at the neck which are annoying but look very nice. It fits perfect. I take out my usual stud earring and put in small hoops. I put on my fluffy denim jacket and towel dry my hair. Thankfully my hair decides to co-operate with me and dries quickly and instead of going frizzy, it turns into some nice curls.

I run out the door and lock it out my way out and find Callum patiently waiting in his car, scrolling through his phone. I hop into the car and close the door.

'Took you long enough.'

I stick my tongue out at him. 'Just drive already.'

'Whatever you want, princess.'

Five minutes we arrive at his house. My jaw drops. I thought my house was big?! My house next to his would look like a shed! Not only is his house humongous but it's gorgeous as well. 

'Woah' is all I manage to say.

'Wait till you see my bedroom' he winks at me and I roll my eyes.

'I think i'm going to leave now-' I tease and reach out for the handle to open the car door.

'No! Wait! I'm just kidding!' he looks desperate and I laugh. Who knew it would be so easy to have the school's bad boy wrapped around your finger so easily?

'Sheesh. I'm just joking.'

'Pfft...I knew that.'

'Sureeeee' I smirk.

'Whatever. Let's just go inside.'

'You don't have to ask me twice!'

He chuckles and exits the car and I follow him. He holds my hand and I look up at him. He looks down at me and squeezes my hand. He opens the door and I gasp. He laughs and leads me to the sitting room. I wish he showed his sweeter side more rather than his tough one. I wonder how things will be like when we go to school...

'Emilie? You okay?'

'Y-Yeah! I was just daydreaming.'

'About me?'

'No!' I say too quickly. Nice one Emilie.

He grabs my waist and pulls me in. 'Penny for your thoughts?'

'I was just wondering what are we going to be like at school?'

'Whatever you want to be, sweet cheeks'

I pout at the nickname that I have grown to hate and love. Hate the actual nick name but love the way it's his nickname for me.

He pecks my forehead. 'Do you want to watch movies?'

'Sure' Not being a social butterfly has its perks. Instead of going out to parties and getting drunk I get to stay inside and binge through netflix shows and movies. So who's the real winner?

He jumps and lays down on the big leather couch that could fit probably fit 20 people. He turns my attention to the massive flat screen tv on the wall when he turns it in. When I say it's bigger than me, i'm not joking. I carefully take aseat next to him, scared to touch anything since it probably costs more than me to be honest.

Just as I snuggle into him the doorbell rings.

'I'll get it.' He kisses the top of my head and gets up.

A/N : Hehe another cliff hanger :') Hope you liked the chapter! Make sure to follow, vote and comment. Also follow my instagram : cynicalxgal

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