Lessons From Mr. Bad Boy |COMPLETED|✔

~Chapter 8~

Alex pulls up to the driveway of his house. I unbuckle my seatbelt while he was immediately able to open his door due to not wearing one at all.

With my seatbelt unbuckled and my backpack strapped on my back, I step out onto the cement.

I inhale a breath of fresh air. I was glad to be out of the car after riding silently with Alex for over fifteen minutes. It was a terrifying experience that I hope never to experience again.

Alex begins to walk over to his house, I, following closely behind. It was a decent house, to where you could of mistaken him for rich. Was he rich? Honestly, I didn't know. Rumors say he is. Then again, rumors say I'm a Nerd.

The memories of that night seeps back into my mind. I haven't received any further messages form the anonymous guy. Guess it was just a prank from some kids at my school. Even if, I now knew that people considered me a...Nerd! I still had to show that I wasn't.

I smile at myself, if only they saw me today. How I stood up for myself and even broke three rules!

Three!

If only.

They wouldn't-

I suddenly feel movement from my hand, movement that I wasn't in control of. I blink a few times, jumping back to reality.

I yank my hand out of Alex's as I realized he was the one casting movement upon my hand.

"Don't touch-"

"I had to pull you up the stairs to my room -" he began, cutting me off. I look around, noticing that I was in a different setting. Alex's room. God, Grey is right; I daydream too much! -" And you had that creepy smile on your face, like you've just accomplished something."

I smile at him, slightly laughing to myself. I did accomplish something.

He points to my face, "yeah, that smile, Nerd. Creepy!"

I wave him off, "I'll have you know that I'm not a Nerd!"

He furrowed his eyebrows at me, taking a seat on his bed. I follow suit; also sitting.

"How so?" He asks.

"Nerds are goody- two- shoes." I beam, "and I'm not."

Alex laughs at me, causing me to fold my arms, "okay. Ginger did bad things today! Those aren't bad- bad things. Those are just teenage things every teenager does. That's normal!"

I listen closely, each word of his deflating me like a burst balloon.

Seeing the defeat in my eyes, he says. "But then again, it's okay to be a Nerd."

I took this as teasing, "but I'm not one!"

Seconds went by before Alex began to speak again.

"What is the worst thing you've ever done?" He asks, eyeing me up and down.

I narrowed my eyes, eagle like, accepting his undeclared challenge.

"Well?" Alex asks raising an eyebrow. My eyes fall to his lips, where a tight smirk was being held.

"Um..."

C'mon Ginger! Think!

Ha!

"There was this one time I got so angry that I said a bad word." I begin confidently with both hands on my hips.

"What was it? Guts?" Alex mocks causing me to glare at him.

"No! It was-" I stop.

I couldn't say it again!

"Cats got your tongue?" He chuckles lightly. I once again glare at him, he was very much enjoying this.

I couldn't let him win.

"Can I have a notebook?"

Alex reaches over and grabs a notepad from his nightstand. He hands it to me, along with a pen and I begin to write.

I hand it back to him moments later and watch as he skims the page.

"Cra-"

"Alex! Don't say it!" I yell lounging at him. I wrap both of my hands around his mouth, suppressing any words that tried to escape.

Alex easily peels my hands off.

"Crap crap crap crap!" He chants. I fold my arms across my chest and pout.

He stops, the room suddenly becoming silent, "you're kidding me right? That is not the worst-"

"Yes. Yes, i- its the worst thing I've even done."

He doesn't respond, so I look up, only to see him staring at me. "Oh shit." He suddenly exclaims.

"What?" I ask, curiously.

"You've got a lot to learn!"

"About what-"

"Being bad obviously!"

"Um, and who will teach me?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

He smirks. A devilishly enticing smirk.

"Me."