The Bad Boy's Games

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

I gasp. That's all I do. I don't cry, scream, make a huge scene.. Nothing. I do nothing. I turn around and blink my eyes fast. I hear my name.... "Jade, are you okay?" "He's such a jerk, Jade." "Jade, don't worry about him anymore." "You're better than him, Jade."

My name sounds stupid now. My mother's marriage seems stupid now. My dress looks stupid now. I feel stupid now.

Because when I turned around and looked at what Hunter was pointing to... All my goosebumps went away.

Michael Arden sat on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand and a slut in his lap, making out. But wait, that's not all. Not only was he feeling her up, but the slut was RACHEL.

Rachel, my ex best friend.

Rachel, the traitor.

Rachel, the two-faced.

Rachel, the jealous.

Rachel, the slut.

Rachel... The cheater.

She cheated on Hunter, then. Doesn't he care at all? He seemed so fine. And how could she? She finally got someone as popular and "bad boyish" like Hunter, which she'd been "hunting" for for a while now. And she just ditches him for Mike, who supposedly liked me.

What?

I don't understand this. I don't WANT to understand. Kill me now.

So I push past the drunk, horny crowd, walk swiftly up the stairs and into an abandoned bedroom. I don't even bother to turn on the lights. I sit on the bed, the darkness mocking me. Mocking my heart, my soul.

What?

I don't know. I can't even cry. Why am I so worked up over this? Hadn't I just admitted that I don't really like Mike anymore? He is such a jerk. Manwhore. Grasshole. Douchebag.

"Whoa... Calm down"

Hunter is in here? I didn't even hear him enter. I didn't even realize I was insulting Mike out loud.

I sigh. I can't even see Hunter but I recognize his deep voice. It's beautiful. Ew. No. What.

A dim light flickers. It's a candle. Mmm.. It smells amazing.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, allowing the scent to fill me, crawling throughout my entire body.

"Have a drink." Hunter's minty breath is on my neck. I freeze and stiffen, the goosebumps decorating my arms once again. Why does he do this to me?

Why do I let him?

Wait, what did he just ask?

"No! I don't want a drink," I reply softly.

Hunter's scornful eyes are on me. He isn't smiling or smirking like he usually is. His hair is in messy curls. I swear he looks like a model.. With that six pack showing straight through his shirt. His tanned skin the perfect shade. He licks his lips.

"What are you thinking?" He questions. Oh brother.. Not THAT again.

"Once more I say... None of your business." I cross my arms and narrow my eyes. I probably look like a grumpy six year old who didn't get the ice cream flavor she wanted.

Hunter laughs: a deep rumble that, to be honest, makes me shiver. My eyes narrow even more.

"Why are you so mad all the time? Chill... Loosen up. I'm not gonna bite, ya know..." He continues chuckling.

Why am I always mad these days? That's a great question.

I wish I knew the answer.

And then it hit me. I'm not raging because of Mike. I'm not angry about that. Or Rachel.. Well, only a little. But I'm mad because of Hunter. No, I'm terrified of him. He's capable of so many things.

At that moment, I realized the truth... I was falling for him. I freakin LIKED Hunter. And I denied it for so long.

I'm going to continue denying it. Because the truth is that I don't have a chance with that player.

I'm mad because of the way he makes me feel. He makes me feel newAnd not a depressed, screwed up teenager who hates almost everything. He makes me feel... Alive.