The Bad Boy's Weakness

Chapter 12: He almost drove into the ditch.

Chapter 12: He almost drove into the ditch.

After I got out of the shower and I ate and I felt like I could walk without wanting to die again, the questioning started.

I told them everything and we went to bed, and then we drove back home, and I slept and ate and drank all day.

And now it's Wednesday, and I walk into the cafeteria, and everyone stares. Drake hasn't seen me since we got home. Right when I walk in, he grabs the small of my back and pulls me against him, smashing his lips onto mine. I kiss him back, and he pulls away, and he pulls me to our seat.

And then the lunchroom gets dead silent. You could hear a pin drop.

I look over my shoulder to see the three nerds.

They're glaring at me. Drake starts to stand up, but I put my hand on his shoulder and stand up.

"You were supposed to starve to death, or get raped, or-or something!"

"Well I didn't." I cross my arms. "I thought I'd be the first to warn you, you're going to jail."

Silence.

"What?" the middle nerd asks.

"Yes. Kidnapping is a ­very bad thing boys. Yes, that means you can't go to your beloved college. You'll never get to attend a frat party. Turns out your revenge didn't work."

The one starts to swing, but I catch his fist in my hand.

"Don't touch me."

His other fist almost connects with my face but I grab that one too, and I twist both of his arms and pin them behind his back. He whimpers in pain. Drake looks proud.

"Are you done?" I hiss. He nods frantically and I release, shoving him forward. "Now get the fuck away from me."

All three boys scurry off, and sit it back down. Everyone starts talking again. Drake taps my shoulder, and I look at him to have his lips connect with mine.

We start making out, right there, in front of everyone.

"Uh..." Mel clears her throat, but I ignore her.

"Miss James, Mr. Parker, no PDA please!" the principal says loudly. I kiss Drake two, three more times and then pull away and dig my book from my bag. He has his Trig textbook on his lap.

"We should study Drake, we have a test tomorrow." I say. I grab his book and gasp, and then put it right back down. His face gets beat red, and I start laughing hysterically

I made Drake Parker hard.

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My head hits the wall with a thumb as Drake's mouth leaves my lips and starts moving down my jaw to my neck.

"Drake, are you sure-"

"Mom's at work, Olivia's at her friend's house and Dad's at work. We have hours." He says against my neck. "Let's go." He starts pulling me upstairs, slamming the door to his room and locking it.

I don't know how we ended up here.

That's a lie. Drake was driving my car to his house because we are actually going to study, or at least that was part of the plan, but then I slid across the seat and unzipped his pants and told him to keep his eyes on the road.

Needless to say, he almost drove into the ditch.

He's got me against the door, and I'm tugging the hem of his shirt. I pull it off and toss it on the floor, and my fingers roam his chest as we make out passionately.

He reaches down and grabs my ass and picks me up. I lock my legs around his waist and let him carry me to the bed and climb on top of me.

"Ali." He says. "Are you sure you-"

"Yes!" I cut him off.

He smirks and starts kissing me again. He's off my neck now, and he can't get to my chest because my shirt is in the way. I sit up and he pulls my shirt off and inhales sharply. "You're so fucking sexy."

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Drake told Trace that we had sex and Trace told Matt, who told Ian, and now magically the entire football team knows.

I'm cringing as I sit down next to Drake.

Mel and Gwen are staring at me with giant smirks on their faces.

"So..." Mel trails off, popping a fry into her mouth. "Drake popped your cherry yesterday?"

My jaw drops and my hand smacks over my mouth. "How the fuck do you know?"

Both of them look at Drake.

"I didn't tell them!" he puts his hands up in defense. This is the first time I've seen him since yesterday. "I told Trace, and he told them."

"Which technically means that you told them anyways. Besides, we would have figured it out ourselves, because the hickey on Ali's neck totally gives it away." Trace says.

"What?" I hiss.

"You don't have a hickey." Drake reassures me. "At least not there, cupcake." He winks.

Everyone at the entire table starts laughing when my whole face gets red.

Bastards.

Okay, that's the end. There is a possibility for a sequel.