Midnight walk with the badboy

Midnight walk with the badboy - 2

"I still haven't figured out how to sit across from you and not be madly in love with everything you do." ~ Willian C. Hannah

We both started walking, our steps matching. I couldn't bear the silence between us, so instead I said. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Technically, you just did." He commented, giving me a side glance.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious."

"Okay you can ask but in return I will ask a question too."

"That seems fair." I nodded. We were about to cross the road but he grabbed my arm gently and took a protective step. As if he was scared a car would jump on us. The street was practically empty. "Why do you work here so late? Don't you have school or something?"

"I do have school." He grumbled and let go my arm. I could still feel the heat of his warm hand through my jacket.

I waited for him to elaborate but he didn't. "Then why?"

"I'm afraid if I answer that question honestly you will probably runaway, which I can't risk but I don't want to lie either." He said and looked at a distance. He was thinking.

I arched my brow. "Is it really scary?"

"No." He chuckled lightly and it literally sounded like a beautiful melody to my ears. "But you'll be surprised to know the truth."

"Then I really want to know."

"Are you sure?"

"Hell yas!"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Actually, my friend works there." I frowned at his words but didn't said anything. "One day I decided to stay while he was working and this girl came at this weird time which caught my attention."

"Then what happened?"

"I started switching places with him. My friend is always in the back room."
He said taking a deep breathe and looked at me intensely. "I do this just so I could see and talk to her."

We both sat on the bench and I stayed quiet, letting his words sink. I turned towards him. "So what you're saying is that you like this girl and for her you pretend to work there and whenever she came you switch places with your friend?"

A part of me felt jealous. He nodded with a blank face. "Pretty much."

"That's pretty cute if you ask me." I mumbled and forced a smile, swinging my legs back and forth. I frowned when I realised something. "But why does that girl of yours sound like--"

"You?" He cut me off, a lazy smile taking over his lips. "Because it is you."

I stopped breathing.

"W-What?"

"It's always been you." He smiled genuinely, running a hand through his hair. His green eyes gleamed so brightly. "I like you muffin."

I looked at him dumbfounded, my eyes wide. Sure I was happy to know that the girl was me, but hearing him say those words made me tense.