Mr Player vs The bad boy.

CHAPTER 11

-KASEY'S POV -

I haven't talked to Brad in a while now because Ricky was giving me rides lately. He said I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone or anything that had a dick. Possessive much?

I can't believe I'm saying this but I missed that jerk and thats why I was now standing here at his front porch on a sunny Saturday afternoon about to knock on his door.

Before my knuckle could even touch the wooden door.  The door was flung open by the jerk himself with a smirk plastered on his face. 

"Missed me already" he winked at me. What a self centered jerk, oh dear cheese curls what have I gotten myself into?

"Please" Again with the lame comebacks. I really needed to up my game.

"Alright then what do you want? are you here to put a spell on me little witch?" he asked amused, clearly enjoying my humiliation.

I know Ricky told me to stay away from Brad, but that doesn't mean I can't hang out with Brad right? plus he doesn't have to know.

"I'm not a witch, and I was wondering if you wanted to do something like ..." I trailed off not wanting to sound like I was desperate to hang out with him.

He went back into his house, I almost thought he was rejecting my offer until I saw him take his car keys from his kitchen counter and came back to the door where I was standing and brushed passed me closing the door behind him. He went to stand next to his car and turned to face his porch were I was standing frozen.

"Are you coming or what?" he asked getting into his car.

I ran up to his car without a second thought and hopped into the back seat. We drove off to God knows where. After a few minutes we finally stopped at a mini park in town.

"A park? really?  what are you,  5?"

I asked looking at him confused. why would he bring me to a park?

"Sometimes life is easier when you live like a 5 year old" he said looking serious before stepping out of the car.

I can't believe I'm going into a park but luckily the park was empty. I stepped out of the car and followed  him into the park.

"Get on the swing" he said standing behind it.

Every time I put my trust in this guy's hands, Something bad happens to my face, oh dear fairy godmother, help me through this. 

I sat on the swing and he started pushing me. I got higher and higher and higher then the one side of the swing snapped and I flew out the swing and landed face first on the pavement, blood was all over my face and dripping all over my white t-shit as I cried hysterically.

"Are you going to come or what?" Brad snapped me out of my bad vision. 

"How about we play in the sand pit?"I suggested  "its safer. "  there was no way I'm getting on that death trap.

"Its not my fault your face has bad luck" he said holding his hands up in defence. 

"Whatever" I rolled my eyes at him. "last one to the sand pit is a ugly baboon!" I said getting a head start to the sand pit.

" Hey, that's called cheating" he said running after me.

And of course he caught up with me and got to the sand pit before me. He was taller, faster and he was also a guy so this race was not fair.

"What took you so long? " he asked acting like he's been there for a decade. 

I just rolled my eyes at him and sat down in the sand pit. I haven't ran in a while. too bad track races were only in the beginning of the year. Brad followed my action and sat down next to me.

We were just talking about random things and getting to know each other well. We talked until it became dark ouside. in all the books I've read, there was a story behind ever bad boy, I was curious what his story was.

"Why are you a 'bad boy'?" I asked hoping my question won't offend him.

"I'm Brandon Andrew Davis, Bad is my initials" he said in a duh tone. Okay I have to admit that was a really cool.

"No, I meant like why do you act like this? in all the books I've read about bad boys ther-"

"blah blah blah, this is life and not one of your girly fiction story books" he said bitterly. 

And just like that the playful Brad was gone. But I was just too curious to drop the subject. 

"Whats the meaning behind your tattoo? " I pushed the subject futher.

"its none of your f*cking business okay? just stop interrogating me about my life, we are not friends so don't try to act all buddy buddy with me" he shouted at me clearly pissed off.

I have never seen him angry before and it was freaking scary. I always thought that he doesn't get pissed off that easy,  its strange how talking about his bad boy exterior and his tattoo can tick him off so fast.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout at you" he said running his fingers through his hair. "its just that...let me take you home." he shook his head.

He wanted to open up to me, but he stopped. Didn't he trust me? I know I shouldn't expect him to open up to me like we've been best friends for forever, but over the past weeks that I've been riding with him to school I actually started considering him as a friend. 

"its okay, I shouldn't have asked you that." I said getting up from the sand pit. We walked in silence to his car. The ride home was also quite. I just thought I had to give him some time to cool off.

We arrived home and went our separate ways to our houses. I went directly upstairs to my room and saw my phone on my night stand. Damn it, I forgot my phone. I just hoped I didn't get any urgent calls.  I picked it up from my nightstand and my eyes widened in fear. 37 missed calls from Ricky and 5 text massages from him. The one that held most of my attention was his last text.

Ricky: why aren't you f*cking answering my calls? I hate girls who don't pick up my calls. I'm f*cking Ricky Parker and no girl ignores me, especially you Kasey Steel!!!

My heart was beating a thousand beats per second, my hands were sweaty, my body was shaking and my head was spinning.

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