Rated X Imagines

Bad Boy || Part Two

Y/n's POV

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"Tell him I'll be out there in a second."

She nodded her head and closed the door. "I'm going. When you stop acting like a complete idiot you know where to find me."

I found my backpack with clothes and quickly changed. Trying desperately to hide my bruises and purple marks on my neck. Awesome, I have a scarf. Quickly, I ran out of Diggy's room and down the stairs to be greeted by my father. I had on a beige ruffle skirt, black blouse with a red heart at the bottom and black flats. My scarf was black with patches of red.

"{YOUR FULL NAME}, WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!"

Here goes the best lie I made in my whole entire life. "Taylor is my friend, and I spent the night in her room. Is there a problem dad?"

"Oh, Taylor is your friend?" He asked grumpily.

"Yes, I am. And might I say your daughter is amazing. You guys need to stop being so strict on her. Loosen up man." Taylor laughed wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

Diggy walked down the steps in nothing but sweatpants, socks, and air Jordan slippers. I felt my arm being tugged on by my father. That's one of his signals which means to stay close by him. Following orders I slipped out of Taylor's hold and walked to my dad.

"Sup Chief Y/Ln. How you been?"

I stared at Diggy's six pack and almost bit my lip. What am I doing? I am utterly upset with him right now, I'm not even suppose to be thinking about him right now.

"I've been me. You know the drill, have you been doing any drugs?"

He shook his head and looked at me in the eyes one time. He was saying sorry, without really saying it. "No sir, I've been following the rules."

"Keep your eyes on me not on my daughter. This was the hooligan that I have to deal with every week Y/n."My voice quivered a little, "He doesn't look like the type of guy to be doing all that stuff you told me about."

"That's why you can't judge a book by its cover. His book is a hand written agenda of all the crimes he's ever done and his cover looks like he could do no wrong. I don't want you to be with those type of boys when your mother lets you start dating, and have you asked her yet of I could take you on that camping trip?"

"She said no, because she's afraid the wilderness will spark some allergies that I've never even had before."

He huffed and kept asking questions. "Have you vandalized any property of any sort?"

"Does my garage count as vandalizing property?"

"I guess not, since it is your property. Have any alcohol or illegal beverages?"

"You know me better than that James. I haven't had a drink since three months ago. That faze is over." Diggy bit his lip, trying his hardest to not look my way. This can't be him? All of this shouldn't be happening to him.

"Call me out of my deputy name again and I'll dock you twenty points on your report."

I studied how Diggy would lick his lips whenever I rubbed my legs together or rubbed my arms from the cold. I wasn't trying to tease. It was seriously like 40 degrees.

"Your daughter has beautiful eyes." Diggy said smirking.

"Minus five. Don't talk, look, or think about my daughter. Unlike you, she's going somewhere in life. She even has a scholarship to Stanford that she is taking next year."