Small town, Big city✔️

So why do good girls like bad guys?

Scott's car is amazing! I have always had a thing for classic cars, my favorite the Camaro.

We were on the way to 'Jasper's' party. Who ever that was. I haven't heard from Hayley in a couple hours, and I don't want to think that she left me, alone with him. 

"So, it's my biker buddy Jasper's party." He said breaking the silence. 

"That's cool." I said, not really paying attention. 

"So, there's Jasper, Carson, Grayson, and Alfonzo, but we just call him Fonz or Fonzo." he said. 

"Um hm." I said. 

"They'll ask you, a lot. So, I'm going to introduce you as my girlfriend, if you don't mind." and this is what you get for not paying attention. 

"That's no problem." I said. Looking out the window, without a care in the world.

A few minutes later we pulled up to this-- what looked abandoned--warehouse. Scott shut off the car. 

"Don't get nervous. Okay, doll?" he said before getting out of the car. We seemed to be in a somewhat dangerous area, but I wasn't scared. 

"Stop calling me doll, Mr. Big City bad boy!" I yelled at him getting out of the car. He didn't even look back at me.

"Would you hurry up!" he yelled at me. He had beat me to the door, and apparently didn't want to leave me.

I had been thinking, that ever since we left his mom, and how he improvised, kissing me and all, if he really liked me. Even when he said that I looked more beautiful than his car, and the defeated look he mad when I told him to drop the act. But a Big City Badass, like him would never go for a Small Town Nerd.

I took a slow jog to the door, and stood behind him, as a large man stood before us. 

"She with you?" he asked. 

Scott's just laughed, "What else would I bring, Jaz for his birthday?" Then, the large man opened the door.

I felt used, but not really, it was just a code or something.

 "Hey, You!" Scott yelled at a seemingly smaller boy, "You owe me money!" stomping off in his direction. As usual, I was left alone, at a party where I only knew the person who I came with.

There were many people here, but it wasn't crowded. I decided sit on one of the many couches scattered around. I finally found one that wasn't crowded, the large red leather couch over in the corner.

I sat there wanting to leave. 

"Hey, why are you all alone, little fish?" a boy asked me. His dark green eyes and messy black hair were cute. He sat down next to me. 

"Well, the guy I came here with, went to go, probably beat up some guy." I said. 

"How could a guy leave a cute little fish like you? If I was him, I wouldn't keep my eyes off you. " He put his large muscular arm around me. "So little fish, you from around here?" he asked. 

"No, I'm from Virginia." I told him. 

"Mavy! There you are!" Scott said pulling me out of my seat, holding me in his arms. 

"Stryker, she your girl?" the boy asked. 

"What's it to you Trevor?" Scott seemed slightly irritated by him. 

"Just wondering. I'll see you on the track." Trevor said leaving us. I quickly pushed out of Scott's arms. 

"I was having a decent conversation and you just had to scare him off. " I nagged him. He rolled his eyes. 

"That, was my nemesis Trevor Gunn." he said. 

"Sorry, you don't come with a who's who pamphlet, you know." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Come on!" he said taking my hand pulling to a group of guys who looked more like him, muscular and dark colored hair, they all looked like copies. Besides there eyes, blue, brown, green and grey. 

"So, this is little miss Small town?" One of them said circling me. 

"Would you stop! You're going to scare her." another said stepping toward me. 

"I'm Grayson. The awkward on is my brother, Carson." he said. 

"So, Carson's awkward, Grayson's the confident, I'm the Joker, Alfonzo. But all me Fonzo." the green eyed boy asked. 

"You know the ladies man." he said motioning toward Scott. 

"I would have never guessed." I said rolling my eyes. 

"Jazzy, why are you breaking up with me?" a girl cried not to far away. 

"I'm not into you, Carly. I'm sorry." the grey eyed boy said to her. 

"I have to go." he said heading toward us. 

"But, Jaz is a close second heart breaker." Fonzo, joked. 

"Ignore him. The only woman he's ever been with is his mother." Jasper said, kissing my hand. "And what would your name be?" he asked me. 

"Maverick." I said.

The strangest thing, they all took a giant step backward. "Is it something I said?" I asked them. 

"It's not you, it's a pact." 

"A rule." 

"A curse." 

"Forget all that, it's a death wish." Carson said. 

"What do you mean?" I was confused. 

"Stryker is the one of the toughest, baddest, most homicidal people, if you're on his bad side." he continued. 

"I still don't get what you mean, and what it has to do with me." I was angry because they kept acting like I was something to be afraid of. 

"Scott brought you here in his car!" Jasper said. 

"He hasn't taken the tarp off of it since the last race, and even then he wouldn't let us ride in it." 

"No one!" Grayson emphasized. 

"I get it. He loves his car." I rolled my eyes, they were acting crazy or no reason.

I sat down on another couch and the boys sat around me. "I still, don't get what it has to do with me." I gasped. 

"He let you sit, breath, touch his most prized possession. He really likes you." Fonzo said. 

"Well, he said we only took it because I wasn't dressed to ride his motorcycle." I shrugged. they all laughed at what I said. 

"He's taken girls in full prom gear on that bike. He doesn't care, how girls are dressed." Jasper said. Scott was talking to some people on the other side of the room, I watched him. He turned around a couple times and waved at me.

"See, he even checks on you." Grayson said. 

"He's whipped." Fonzo laughed. "Watch this." he said sitting next to me, a little closer. This time when he turned around he came over, and didn't look to happy. 

"I see you're making friends." he said, with the fakest smile I have ever seen. We all started laughing. 

"Are you okay man, you look like the Joker!" Carson laughed. He pushed him off the back of the couch and sat in his spot, behind me.

I felt kind of happy, that he was sitting there. I think I might like Scott Stryker!

"Do you know this song?" I asked. As music started to play, the lyric that played probably summed up my problems better than anything right now, "Why do good girls like bad guys?" 

"It's, Good girls Bad guys by Falling In Reverse." Scott told me.