The Bad Boy's Weakness

Chapter 10: That's not my boyfriend's voice.

Chapter 10: That's not my boyfriend's voice.

Not again!

It's after school and I was in the library and as I walk out, there's three guys spray painting: "Fuck Savannah Oaks!"

I gasp involuntarily.

And when they turn around, Drake and Trace aren't there, and neither is Noah. It's three nerds. Yes, nerds, I'm talking glasses, polos and slacks pulled up too high.

The guys are at football practice and the three boys exchange a look and come running for me.

I scream, a blood curdling, terrified scream. I grabbed the football teams attention.

They grab my arms and start dragging me to their truck.

"No! Stop!" I'm screaming. I wasn't this panicked when Drake did it, but Drake is Drake and he's a completely different story. "Please! I won't tell! I won't tell!" I'm crying.

I can see the team running off the field and the coach on the phone.

"I won't tell! I swear!"

The one that isn't holding onto me opens up the car door and they shove me in. The guys are off of the field now.

If I can just get to Drake.

I open the door again and nail the first guy in the balls, and shove the other guy and run from the third.

The third guy knocks me down and I slid across the cement. From my palms down to my elbows, the skin rips and I start bleeding. I knock him off of me with my big purse that I'm using as my backpack. I get up again and run right into Drake. The rest of the team starts fighting the nerds and the police is coming.

"We need to get you out of here, you're bleeding Cupcake."

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I have never seen Drake so protective. When Mom and Aunt Cara and Noah and Haley saw my state, they flipped. Aunt Cara was threatening the three boys to herself and muttering about them hurting me. Noah was preparing for a fight and Mom was getting out the first aid kit while Haley paced the living room. Drake sits me down at kitchen table and Mom sighs. "What did you see?" She asks.

I'm about to answer when she pours an entire bottle of Jack Daniels on both of my arms. I scream, and Drake starts running his fingers through my hair.

"It would hurt more if you knew it was coming honey, I'm sorry." She says.

"I saw the three guys spray painting the school."

"What horrible people. If I find out your hanging out with people that do that, I'll tell their parents and you'll never see them again."

I see Drake tense slightly.

"I wouldn't." I say. Mom is about to cover my arms when Aunt Cara walks in.

"Put triple antibiotic ointment on it." She says.

Mom listens and then wraps my arms in gauze.

"Drake, how about you take her upstairs?"

He nods and puts his hand on my back, leading me up the stairs.

I lay down on my bed and stare at the ceiling and Drake sits next to me with worry written all over his face.

"Ali," he begins.

"I want to be alone." I decide.

"Ali." He says.

"Please. Please respect that."