The Bad Boy Likes Me?

Chapter 24: "Are you sure it's not your tuna sandwich?"

I'd be lying if I said things were normal between me and Aiden. There was an unspoken tension between us ever since our conversation and we've barely spoken a few words to each other since.

So as you can imagine, it made one hell of an awkward car ride to school. So much so that my boyfriend has taken over that duty and now become my personal chauffeur.

Not that I'm complaining in any way whatsoever.

Telling Nixon what happened that night made him burst out in a hearty laughter but said he was proud of me for standing my ground. He also gave me a friendly reminder of how much he still despises my brother. To say that things are hostile between the two boys is an understatement.

Whenever Nixon arrived in the morning, the two share what I can only describe as a silent death glare. Neither one has said a word to the other and deep down I really hated it. Especially when Jake loves Nixon and sees him as a brother, it truly sucked. 

But hey, at least no one's throwing out punches.

With our relationship not hidden from my family anymore we decided to become publicly official at school. This finally meant not having to wait the whole day to see my favourite person and no more sneaky make outs in the school's supply closet. Okay, maybe we can still keep the latter.

As one can imagine we were pretty much the talk of the school. Luckily for us we were only the hot topic for about a week until the gossipers had something new to talk about. I can't lie and say that I wasn't anxious. I hated being the centre of attention, that was my brother's thing not mine.

Nixon Ford was still the feared bad boy and it's crazy to think that once upon a time I was amongst those who thought that. The reality was that nobody knew the real him.

The person I know is actually a softie at heart who has so much love to give and would do anything to protect those closest to him. When we arrived we walked in with Nixon's arm around my shoulder, smiles plastered on our faces. I held my head high and concentrated on the beautiful boy who held me, knowing that everyone's eyes were on us. As hard as I tried to blur out the background I inevitably heard some reactions. There was a mixture of shocked expressions, 'no ways' and 'isn't that Ellsworth's little sister'.

But there was one person's reaction that stood out the most.

Stacey stood in her four inch heels and mini dress by her locker, surrounded by her followers. Sure I'd seen her angry countless times, whether it was at her stupid minions or over a broken nail, but this anger was different. She initially froze in her spot as soon as her eyes laid on me. Her gaze followed the muscular arm that was wrapped around me and when she realized who the arm belonged to her face paled with shock.

I could visibly see a vein popping out of her forehead as within seconds her face turned red. I felt Nixon stiffen beside me and I turned up to see a hardened glare on his face towards her. If looks could kill then Stacy Bennett would have been a goner. Worried that this would only fuel her reaction I was surprised to see that Stacey was now sporting what seemed to look like a genuine smile towards me.

I spent the whole day in confusion, trying to decipher what the fudge that was all about.

"We all know she's got issues but I had no idea that she was bipolar," Kay retorted.

I was sat with my two best friends at our usual lunch table. Nixon had met up with Ethan saying that they needed to talk about something. I made a mental note to ask for details later.

"Right? I mean who smiles right after someone gives you a death glare?" Izzy broke me out of my thoughts.

I sighed. "Something definitely smells fishy,"