My Bad Boy's Diary

~Twenty-Six~ drama

Dalton was laughing with his friend Erik when I approached them and when he looked over at me, he was smiling.

"There you are, crazy cakes." He said, drawing me into the shelter of his arm again.

I was stiff against him this time, though, and he felt it.

"We need to talk about Carmella's guest." He said to me, speaking against my hair.

"Who is he?" I glanced over to where Carmella was grinding up against the mysterious stranger who was reportedly gorgeous. I couldn't say; I hadn't gotten a good look at him yet, all I could see was that he was tall, dark, and informally dressed.

"I know him." Dalton explained to me. "Carmella and I both know him. She invited him here to cause trouble; ultimately, to hurt you and get me thrown in jail."

I didn't understand and I pulled back from him.

"What're you-?"

"Can I take you somewhere else?" He asked, taking my hand. "Please? I know you wanted to come to this damn thing and we have. Can I just take you to dinner now? Or anywhere you wanna go, but let's leave."

I hesitated, glancing again at Carmella and the controversial stranger. "I..."

Carmella glanced over at us right then and she waggled her fingers, then blew a kiss; at Dalton, not me.

I growled and my hands curled into fists. "I came here to ruin her fun, not because I wanted to go on a date with you, Dalton." I said, a bit more harshly than I intended.

He sighed, raking a hand back through his curls. "Girls."

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"Can we please just leave, baby?" Dalton pleaded in my ear, all by wringing my hand in his agitation.

"You just wanna get me alone so you can better try and seduce me." I snapped, brushing him aside.

"Maybe. So? I could get us a hotel room..."

"No!" I turned and shouted at him.

"What's this? Trouble in paradise already?" Said a smug, syrupy voice.

I turned to see Carmella standing there, tossing her big blonde waves as she held onto the arm of her date.

"Dalton, honey, you remember Cole?" Carmella unfurled her most evilest smile.

I looked at the man named Cole curiously. He was pretty hot, I discovered.

He had jet black hair, closely cropped, and a rugged tan. Muscles strained at the sleeves of his Dead Milkmen shirt and he had the brightest, most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen.

He was looking at Dalton and I glanced up at Dalton, as well.

He was standing right beside me now, his hand at the small of my back. That was new.

"Patricelli. Long time." Cole said in a slow, almost drawling kind of voice.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dalton said in such a cold voice, I felt a chill come over me.

Cole ignored him. "And who have we here?"

I glanced reflexively back at him as I realized he was talking about me.

Carmella tossed her head and rolled her blue eyes. "That's just Brooklyn, don't pay any attention to her."

Cole kept looking me up and down, however, and I flushed beneath those electric blue eyes.