Bad Boy Knows My Secret (BxB)

2 - A Stalker?

"Don't make me repeat my question, Jesse, I don't have all day to sit around and wait for your response." Andrew interrupted the awkward silence between us.

I wasn't able to answer him for quite some time so I guess he got tired. I really wanted to think this through. Did I really want to be manipulated by this jerk for the rest of my high school year? And god knows what he would make me do.

Come to think of it I don't even know what he wants from me. He's very popular and handsome. Yes, I said it. He's good looking, so what. It's not like I like him or anything, I'm just stating a fact. With his looks he can get anything he wants so why bother wasting precious time on me? It's not like I can get him a girlfriend or anything.

On the other hand, if he tells everyone about me I will definitely get into some serious trouble and that would surely be the end of me.

My parents would probably send me to a psychiatric clinic and tell everyone that I moved with my grandma. I would never see my friends again. I can't let that happen. I have to do everything that's in my power to keep this secret hidden. Even if it means being Andrew's marionette.

"As if I had a choice." I answered. "But I have some rules as well. You can't tell anyone about me and don't even think about dragging my friends into this mess. Also I'm not very athletic as you can see so I can't help you with anything that requires physical strength."

"Fine. Is that all?"

"Almost, but not quite. I have one question before I agree to your deal. What exactly will I have to do for you?" I asked. Andrew smirked for a second which was kind of odd but I didn't pay much attention to it.

"Well for instance you'll be doing my homework this week. And pretty much anything that I'll need and everything I don't want to do."

"Your homework? What? Couldn't you just ask one of the girls you sleep with to do that for you? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." I replied angrily.

Was he really just doing this for the homework?

"You see, there's a little problem with that. Girls that I sleep with aren't very smart. But hey, if it's too hard for you I can just tell everyone that you're..." I put my hand on his mouth before he was able to finish what he wanted to say.

"Okay fine I'll do your homework. I'll give you my e-mail address and you can just send me what I have to do."

"That won't be necessary. I'll come over tonight." Andrew said casually.

"What do you mean come over? How do you know where I live?" I asked looking kind of confused.

I thought this guy didn't even acknowledged my existence and now I find out he knows where I live. Am I sleeping right now? Is this some sort of twisted nightmare that I can't seem to wake up from? That would explain why everything and everyone's against me today. But I'm pretty sure that I'm awake so that's probably not the case here.

"My mom is friends with your mom and they hang out on Sundays with their group so I'll just come with her." Andrew answered.

I completely forgot that Maura Wilson was Veronica's friend. They do hang out a lot so I guess they are. Oh, you might be wondering who Veronica is. That's my mom's name, I usually call her by her first name, actually I usually don't speak to her but if for some odd reason I have to talk to her I just call her Veronica. She doesn't seem to care to be honest, so why should I? We were never that close. I don't blame her though, I wasn't an easy kid so giving up on me wasn't a complete surprise.

She was very unhappy in her marriage and she never got to have fun while she was young because of her strict parents so I guess that's why she's acting like a teenager. Why am I even bothering talking about her. It's not like she thinks about me or anything.