The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

4 - I Faked the Orgasm

*Ronnie's POV*

I silently closed the door to some girl's bedroom and made my way out of her house. While driving home, my mind wandered back to Bridget. She didn't show up to the party that night and I was wondering what she'd done after she finished up with Mr. Quinn. Don't let some girl get to your head, Ronnie. I groaned as I pulled into the garage at home. I locked the car and hung the keys on the wall filled with other keys to the other cars in my family's large garage. I went up the steps to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

As I held two slices of bread in one hand and jars of peanut butter and jelly in the other, the lights switched on. I turned around to see my parents in their pajamas, glaring at me. I set down my sandwich ingredients and gave them my best innocent look I could muster up.

"And where have you been, Ronald?" My mom asked as she tapped her foot.

"Out," I said blatantly.

"And you decide to come home at three in the morning?"

"I lost track of time."

"Ronnie, you know we trust you-"

"Even though we shouldn't," my dad interrupted. My mom slapped my dad's arm and looked back at me.

"Sweetie, we love you and-"

"Oh cut the crap, I know you both have been waiting for me to move out since the day I turned 18, but I'm not so easy to get rid of alright?"

"Ronnie that is not true!"

"Oh we all know it is, mom," I said slightly louder than I intended.

"Do not raise your voice at your mother, Ronald!" My dad shouted and stood defensively in front of her.

"I'll keep that in mind when I meet her," I said, walking away. I ran up to my room, despite my mother's pleads for me to come back. Quite frankly, they should be glad I'm running up to my room instead of driving to a bar. I laid in my bed, staring up at the white ceiling. I sighed when my phone rang. It was a blocked number, but I answered anyway.

"Hello?"

"Ronnie! Wow you picked up!" I recognized the voice and smiled to myself.

"How'd you get this number, Bridget?"

"I have my ways. Anyways, I have a proposal for you."

"Aww, already want my hand in marriage?" She burst out laughing and I rolled my eyes.

"In your dreams, Ashburn. But seriously, I need you to do something for me."

"I barely know you, Chandler."

"I know, but I'm pretty sure you'd like this proposal," she paused. "Tomorrow morning, I'd say at around nine, I need you to drive me to a friend's place."

"And what do I get out of it?"

"A free tattoo. I figured you'd be into it since you were ogling mine earlier, besides you owe me from the bet earlier." I thought about it for a moment, then remembered what I had witnessed her do earlier in that classroom.

"Alright, I'm in."

"Good, it's not like you had a choice anyway," she chuckled. I looked at the clock beside my bed.

"Why'd you call me now, out of all times?"

"Because I just realized I wanted to do this, duh," she said as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Right, well where does your friend live?"

"Manhattan."

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