The Badass and the Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

Ten fucking days with this living peace of shit. Ten days!

"I'll never wear that in my life." Andrew says as I hold up a men's scarf.

"Oh, come on Andy." I say.

"What happened to the girl who never shopped, the girl who was carefree, the girl who was fearless. Now we can't go anywhere without you being scared." He says.

"Well, I thought you would like me like this, like the rest of the girls you date." I say and set the scarf down, fumbling with my fingers.

"I want the girl I just described." He says.

"Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you took me away from all the people that I love!" I yell.

"You love your family." He says, confused.

"No, you took me away from all my friends." I say.

"Not Chloe or Alex." He says.

"Yes, but I don't know how I used to live without Adison, Tyler, and Owen. Trevor, Jaden, and I have been friends since the third grade, and the girls I've known my whole god damn life. If you want me to be who I used to be, I need to have the people I love. You can find another girl that's like me and if you don't there's always the option of going gay." I wink.

"No, I want you, and I want you the way you were, let's go back to my place." He says and drags me to his bike.

"Get on." He says and I do, not holding his waist.

"Hold on to my waist." He instructs. I grab on and he starts the bike. We drive down the road. He stops and we get off.

"Come on." He says and grabs my waist and directs me up the porch steps, upstairs, down a hall, and into his room.

"Is this your first time?" He asks, kissing my neck and taking off my leather jacket.

"What?" I say, pushing him away.

"Is this your first time?" He asks again.

"I'll only do it with Owen." I say.

"So this isn't your first." He says and I blush.

"Oh you haven't done it yet." He says.

"I'm not doing it with you." I stat.

"Who's going to stop me?" He asks.

"I'm drawing the line at doing it." I say.

"Well we can make out, and other stuff." He says and I gulp.

"Other stuff?" I ask.

"Other stuff." He winks.

"No." I say.

"I'm surprised the bad girl hasn't done it before." He says.

"I'm not doing it with you." I say.

"Andrew, are the boys here with you?" Someone's voice sounds from somewhere in the house.

"No, my girlfriends here." He says and I gage.

"Bring her down here." They say. He puts my jacket back on and walks us downstairs with his arm on my waist. We walk into a living room to see an older boy but not a father, another boy, the father I'm sure, and a girl, the mother I'm sure.

"Lee this is Caleb," He says, pointing to the older boy, "This is my mom, Jenna," He points to the girl, "And this is my dad, John." He says and points to the other boy.