Everyone Loves The Bad Boy Except Me (Wattpad Version)

Why are you here?

Elise
I laid in my bed wondering why in the hell he was here, in my room, my sanctuary. Isn't it bad enough I have to deal with him at school? Now he has invaded my personal space.

Before I knew it, the words slipped effortlessly from my mouth. "Why are you here?"

He chuckled as he shrugged as I looked at him with agitation. "I came to check up on you, tease."

I wondered if the universes decided to play a practical joke on me. "Quit calling me that!" I lay there like a lump.

"Aww, does someone hate being called what they are?" He fake pouted, irritating me even more.

"Not when it's not true. To be a tease, you have to act like a tease. I don't give any guy any reason I'm remotely interested, or he has a chance with me."

"You a lesbo?" He arched his eyebrow.

My left eye started to twitch. "Why does everyone assume if you don't have guys crawling all over you, it automatically makes you a lesbian? If you do, then you're a slut. If you flirt, you're a tease. If you're yourself, you're a prude." I lay there feeling even more agitated.

"Maybe it's because of the way you present yourself." His voice broke me from my thoughts.

I looked at him curiously.

He grabbed a chair and pulled it to my bedside before taking a seat. "Everyone shows a different side to themselves while I show my true self. I drink, smoke, have tats, wear a leather jacket, and ride a bike. I cuss, laugh at stupid shit, and rile people up. The difference between you and me is I know I'm an asshole. You hide it better."

I did a double-take. "I am not an asshole."

"Sure, you aren't." He rolled his eyes at me as he crossed his arms. I could hear the sound of his leather jacket rubbing.

"Just because I don't do any of those things doesn't make me a bad person. There is no law you have to commit some undesirable act to prove the type of person. I like who I am." 

"Sure, if you say so."

"Did you come over to harass me, or is there another reason why you slithered in here like the cold-blooded reptile you are?"

"I came to check on you. I needed to make sure you aren't dead so we can continue with our little wager because I'm dying to see you naked." He smirked.

I glared at him.

He stood up. "You're alive, and I'll see you in school tomorrow. Wear something with lace." He put the chair back.

"I don't do lace."

"I'm not talking about your outerwear. I'm talking about your panties." He smirked.

I picked up a brush from my nightstand and threw it at him. However, it missed him and hit the wall in the process.

"Well, we know you suck, so that's a good thing. I bet you suck better at other things."

I stared at him in horror as he laughed while leaving my room.

Just shoot me now.

*********
The next day I felt ten times better than I did. I got ready for school and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast.

"Are you feeling better, hun?" Mom asked me.

"Much better." I took a seat at the table with my parents and ate.

"Who was the boy that stopped by?" My dad asked me.

"Just some jerk from school." I ate breakfast.

"Well, he seemed concerned for someone who's a jerk," mom mentioned.

I looked at her. What was she babbling about?

"I've never met a nicer young man than when he brought you home the other day and then visited you. I have to say you don't see that nowadays."

"I'm not impressed. He may have your mother snowed, but he's a guy, and I don't like him," dad said.

Here was the thing. My mom liked anyone who was polite and had manners, even if they came straight from hell. You could be doing bad shit, but as long as you say please and thank you, she thought you were the most excellent person.

My dad, on the other hand, hated any guy within a five-mile radius of me. His theory was guys only want one thing, sex, and lots of it. If you had a dick between your legs, you were enemy number one, and he had no problem wanting to chop off your dick.

Rocky was lucky even to come over. Mom had to convince Dad that Rocky was harmless. I didn't look at Rocky in that way. That would be like liking your brother, which was entirely gross.

I finished my breakfast quickly before I had to listen to mom rave about king dick and dad threatening to castrate him. Neither were pleasant breakfast topics at all. I just got over the flu. I didn't need to barf again.

I made my way to school, catching up with Ramona. Ever try to run when you have no energy because you're still recovering from the flu? It sucks.

"Well, you look like absolute shit," she commented.

I gave her an annoyed look while she chuckled. "Sorry that my stomach decided to pump itself." I shrugged.

"Yeah, I heard you had a gnarly case of the heave-ho."

"Can we not talk about this? It makes me want to puke again."

Ramona chuckled.

"Plus, it was bad enough I got to listen to my parents discuss king dick this morning at breakfast."

She stopped me from walking. "Wait. How do they know about Rocco?"

"Because the douche decided to visit me yesterday."

"I would love to have a bad boy come over to see me, yet you have one come visit you when you're sick as a dog. Did he nurse you back to health? Did he bring you soup? Did he take care of you?"

"No to all that. He told me I could suck his manhood." I walked away, leaving her somewhat speechless.

Then she chased after me. "He wants you to give him a blowjob! Do you even know how to give a blowjob?"

I stopped and looked at her. "Ramona, I will never stoop so low as to do any of that to the likes of him."

"Never say never." She smirked.

I gave her an annoyed look as we turned and finished walking to school.

If you hadn't noticed, my best friend happens to be sex-crazed, while my other best friend has some weird infatuation with king dick himself. It would not surprise me if he were secretly gay. What would even be better is if king dick was secretly gay. That way, they could frolic off into the sunset together and leave me the hell alone.

We arrived at school. Then, someone picked me up by my shirt. I turned my head to see who the frick it was.

"Hiya, tease." He smirked.

I glared at him. "Will you put me down?"

"Nope, I need to check something first." He lifted my skirt as I tried to keep it down. "What a shame, no lacy panties. We will have to fix that now, won't we?"

I furrowed my brows at him as he smirked at me before he flung me over his shoulder and carried me away. This was so wrong on so many levels. I swear I will kick him in the nuts when my feet are planted firmly on the floor.