The Bad Boy Across The Street (ON HOLD)

Five- Don't You Ducky Me!

"No! I won't do it!" I yell. "I refuse! You can't make me!"

"Ducky-"

"Don't you Ducky me!" I snap my fingers for sassy emphasis. "You'd have to drag my there kicking and screaming!"

"That could be arranged," He smirks. Curse him and all his variations of smirks!

He just won't take no for an answer! That stubborn little neanderthal hasn't left me alone all week! I'm about ready to kill him!

"And do you want a repeat of what happened the last time you were at my house?" I ask him with a flat look. " 'Cause that could be arranged."

He rolls his eyes. That little cocky, egotistical, self proclaimed bad boy is gonna get socked hard enough to knock out a tooth. Again.

"Pa-lease," he gives me a flat look of his own. "That was a lucky shot, amare. I can promise to you it won't happen again."

Oh, so he thinks speaking Italian will melt me, huh? Not happening. And a lucky shot? Psh, yah sure! I don't think that his head can get any bigger.

"Awe, don't worry hon. I won't tell anyone that a girl-" I say loudly but am cut off by him slapping his hand over my mouth.

"Don't you dare, Ducky," he glares at me. I give him a 'oh ya? and what are you gonna do?' look. He just smirks again.

"I might just," he starts and he lightly pushes me up against the lockers that were a foot or two away from me. What is he doing?! What is wrong with him?!

He rests his hands against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me. He then leans in close until his lips are a centimeter away from my ear. I can feel his breath on the side of my neck. I freeze. Why am I not punching him?! Why can't I move?! My brain is just screaming 'TOO CLOSE! TOO FRICKIN' CLOSE!'

"Let slip," he continues his threat but as a whisper in my ear. What is this?! Why does he feel the need to do this?! Why am I not screaming?!

"Your precious little secret," he finishes. I can't see him but I can practically hear the smirk lighting up his face. I hope he dies in a hole. Filled with poisonous spiders and snakes. I honestly do.

I sigh a long and exasperated sigh. I hate him.

"Fine," I say defeated and reluctant. "You win."

~ weekend before~

I sit on my couch and turn the tv on to watch reruns of the Big Bang Theory. Finally I get to sit back and rela-

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Really?! Can't people wait till the commercials?!

I let out a loud and frustrated sigh. I just got home! I'm exhausted from work! I just want to sit down for one minute! I've been up and around or doing homework all day!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This time the knocks on the door are more forceful. I roll my eyes and get up to answer the door.

Since we don't have a peephole I can't see who it is. I open the door slowly. I hope to God that it isn't that inconsiderate, egotistical-

"Hello Ducky."

Just my luck. Of course it's him.
He pushes past me before I can close the door. Really? Did he not learn his lesson?

"Did you not learn from your mistake?" I ask. "Does there need to be a repeat of history?"

Tony just smiles cheekily and leans against the wall next to me.

"Nope," he says, popping the 'p'. Why I ought to pop him in the nose.

"The you better get out," I say in a flat tone.

"I'd rather not."

"I'd rather you would."

"Not gonna happen, sweet cheeks," he says with a smirk. I raise an eyebrow at that last part.

"'Sweet cheeks'? How original," I say. "What, did you run out of ideas in that gigantic head of yours? Well, I guess so 'cause the brain it houses is as small as an electron."

This time it's him who raises an eyebrow. Haha! Stumped him there!
"An electron?" he asks. "Really? That would be humanly impossible." Oh. Well I guess he knows more than I thought.

"'Tis why it was spoken," I tell him. "You are inhuman."

He rolls his eyes and starts to retort back but I cut him off. This would go on all day if I didn't stop it. And I want to get back to my show.

"Let's cut to the chase. Why are you here?" I demand.

"My mom sent me," he sighs in irritation.

"Do I dare ask why?"

"Well, as you may not know Ducky, my mother is close friends with Catherine, the woman who owns the dance studio here in town," he smirks.

"And I care why?"

"You see, lately she has been gushing over a specific girl she teaches," Tony says. "And that girl also happens to work for her too,"

"I love where this is going, really I do," I say sarcastically. "But when will you get to the point? I have important business to attend to."

"Patience, young grasshopper," Tony rolls his dark brown eyes at me. "Anyway, this girl is supposedly a dance protege-blah blah blah etcetera etcetera- and Catherine thinks she would help me."

I'm about to interrupt him but he puts a finger against my mouth.

"Yes, I do dance. Mostly hip-hop and breakdancing," Tony smirks evilly. "And I need a partner for competition."
I swat his hand away.

"And this concerns me how?" I snap at him.

"You, Ducky are that girl," he smirks with an evil glint in his eyes.

My own eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. No one is supposed to know that I dance! The bullying will most likely start up again and I can't do anything about it! One more fight and there goes my chance of being valedictorian!

"No. I won't do it." Why would I? I HATE HIM! "And you better keep your mouth shut!"

"Why? What are you gonna do?" Tony smirks.

I kick him in the shins and shove him out the open door.

"Trust me, you don't want to find out," I glare at Tony and slam the door in his face.

I breathe out slowly and slide down the door. Well I think I just figured it out. Geez. That demon will use this to torture me. This is his revenge.

Well, I'm screwed.

~ Hey! I hope you like this chapter!

I was suffering from a bad case of 'don't-know-how-to-word-this-disease'. But no worries, I'm cured! For now. This disease seems to resurface a LOT.

Picture is of Brice! Well, she has lighter colored hair but this is how I pictured her! 😄

Comment! PLEEEASE! I want to know what needs improving in this story. thanks!

~ Jo