Someone's fist bangs on the wood. I groan and fumble around blindly for my phone. My fingers curl around the smooth glass and I click the screen on. I blink rapidly against the blinding light and attempt to focus on the numbers. It's just after one in the morning.
"What the hell?" I mumble. My door bangs open. I shove my head into the pillow.
"Kyle! Get your lazy ass up and out of bed!" Ryder yells.
"Why the hell would I do that?" I shout, but my voice is muffled by the pillow.
"Kayla."
"What?"
"Wake up, buttercup!" He hits the frame of the door and couple times then moves away. I sigh heavily then roll back over and stare at the ceiling.
"Kyle!" Jax shouts. My own boot slams into my bare chest.
"The fuck," I mutter.
"Put some clothes on!" I sit up and chuck the boot back out the doorway. I watch as Jax ducks out of the way and it slams into the wall. "You missed!" I roll my eyes, then throw off the blanket and stand up. Running my fingers through my hair, I grab and pair of jeans from my floor and a shirt from my closet. Pulling on the jeans and the shirt, I walk to the door. One boot still remains against the wall, so I grab that one first. I tug it on and quickly lace it up.
"Kyle come on!"
"I'm coming. I'm coming. Geez, calm yourselves," I mutter. I leave my room and scoop up the boot in the hall. I tug that one on too as I stumble down the hall.
"What is going on?" I ask as I reach for my leather jacket, which rests on the counter.
"Kayla called. We're going for a joyride," Bash states.
My hand freezes and I swallow harshly. "Kayla called?" I force my fingers to close around the sleeve.
"Yes now, come on let's go!"
"We're going on a joyride?" I mumble as I yank my jacket off of the counter.
"Yes now get your ass out of this door and let's go!" Dominic says as he opens the door and waves me through it. I stumble out of the apartment and the guys walk out, buzzing, behind me. They slip in front of me and head down the stairs. I follow, completely dumbfounded. The laces of my right boot are still undone. They swing back and forth, clicking against the wall as we descend. Jax shoulders the door open and we file out.
I prop my foot up on the back wheel and quickly lace up my boot. The rest of the guys pile into the car leaving only one seat in the back open. I drop my foot back to the ground and move to the open door on the right side of the car. I slide into the back seat as Bash starts the car.
We drive down the streets with the windows up, making the inside sound like a jungle gym overrun by hyperactive three-year-olds. I press my forehead against the glass and look out the window. My eyes scan the streets aimlessly, drifting over various dark shapes. We turn into Kayla's neighborhood. A light flashes up along the side of a house. I straighten up and squint trying to see up ahead. Slowly we cruise up to the front of her drive and the same light flashes against the side of the house. The corners of my mouths twitch down as our headlights shine on Kayla. She kicks a small red bag beneath a bush and spins towards us. For a second she looks shocked, scared even, then she clicks the flashlight off and grins.
She drops the flashlight in the bush and marches over to our car. Her red hoodie just barely reveals the hem of her black shorts and her bare legs reflect the light from our headlights. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, then bends down to the height of the window. Ryder winds it down.
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
