My Bad Boy

Chapter:2

I walked to the library. I was the first one there. He probably wouldn't show up. If he doesn't that would be great.
Mrs. White was sitting at the librarian desk reading a romance novel. I walked to the last table in the back of the library. I got my phone out, and my beats and turned on Secrets from One Republic.
After about five more songs my mind was set that he wasn't coming. I relaxed a little. That's when he came in, right when I was starting to relax.
I set up straight and turned my music off. He sat down in the table right next to mine. We were sitting a few feet away from each other.
"Listen, Jake I want to thank you ag-" I was cut off.
"Listen! I understand! Your thankful!" He snapped at me.
I was kind of hurt. "What's your problem? What have I ever done to you?" I asked almost in a whisper.
"Just because I beat that guy up doesn't make us best friends. And your keep thanking me. I get it your thankful. God damn." He said.
"No need to put God in it." I muttered.
He laughed. "Why can't you befriend somebody? Why aren't you friends with anybody? Why can't you just be friends with somebody? Your going to be lonely for life!" I said. Rage was inside me because he didn't have any friends, and he didn't want any.
He laughed. "I don't need a friend." He said finally looking at me.
"Shhh. No talking!" Mrs. White said.
I scooted my chair closer to him. "Jake, why can't we be friends? Is it because of your ego?" I asked him.
He laughed again, and leaned back in his chair with one hand resting behind him. I was beginning to love his laugh. It was really deep and warm like his voice. "No, it's just that your clingy. Anyways I don't have to give you an explanation. If I don't want to be friends I don't have to be friends." He said.
Rage bubbled inside me. "I hate you." I said. I don't know when I decided this, but I guess it was decided.
"Feelings are mutual." He said.
I looked up at him and he smirked. "Why?" I asked him.
"Why, what?" He asked looking confused.
"Why are you so mean? I'm trying to be nice, but you don't care. You know what fuck it." I scooted over to where I was originally sitting. I glanced at him and he was staring at me with his lips pursed into a line.
I shook my head and put my beats on. I turned on Habits by Tove Lo.
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"Mrs. Caroline! Detention is over!" I heard Mrs. White say over my music. I turned my music off and stuffed my beats into my book bag.
I glanced over to where Jake was sitting, he wasn't there.
I walked outside and there he was leaning against the wall right beside the double doors. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
"Caroline." I heard a deep voice. I knew it was Jakes. I just ignored it and kept walking to my truck.
When I got to my truck I was about to open my door, when a hand stopped me. I knew it was Jake. I was unaware he was following me.
I turned to look at him. He was close at first, then he took a couple steps back.
"What do you want?" I asked getting impatience. Since he was being a douchebag, I wasn't planning on talking to him.
"Well, I'm sorry for being such an ass. It's just I hate it when girls are clingy." He said scratching the back of his neck.
I rolled my eyes and started to get in my truck when I felt something grip my wrist. I spun around.
"What?" I asked him again. I raised my voice this time.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not good at apologizing." He said. He still had his grip on my wrist.
I looked down at my wrist. He instantly released his grip. "Okay, why are you apologizing?" I asked him.
"Because I was being an ass." He said. I could tell he was getting impatient.
My heart stopped beating so fast, it actually continued its normal pace. "No, what I meant is your such a 'bad ass' I thought you wouldn't apologize. I guess being an ass isn't part of being a 'bad ass'."
"I don't know. I'm not being a 'bad ass.' Im being me." He said.
I smiled at the response.
"So, do you forgive me or not? I mean I just never mind. So do you forgive me?" He asked twice. Jake really wants me to accept his apology.
"I guess I do, but you need to work on your apology." I said. He turned on his heel and started down the parking lot.
"I won't be apologizing anymore!" He yelled from across the parking lot.
"Are we friends now?" I asked/yelled more excitedly than I should have.
"No!" He yelled back. With that he got into his car and spun off.
I got into my truck. I'm feeling like an idiot. 1) Why would I think that Jake Meyers wanted to be my friend? 2) Why do I want him to be my friend so bad? Those were two questions I needed to figure out.
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"So, how was your day?" My mom asked over dinner. I was an only child and my dad died when I was four.
"It was kind of stupid. I mean this boy at school was being mean, then he apologized. I asked him if he we were friends and he said no, so I'm getting mixed feelings here." I said. I was cool with my mom, so I told her almost everything. I wasn't going to tell her about Jeremy because I didn't want her to worry.
"Well looks like you were having a rough day. Maybe you should sleep on it." She suggested.
"Yeah, I will." I said. I finished my dinner and went up to my room.
I grabbed my phone and FaceTimed Georgia.
"Hey Caroline!" She yelled through te screen.
"Hey." I said.
"What's wrong?" She asked.

I told her the whole story, about today.

"They are both asses. You don't need them." Georgia said through the screen.
"Yeah, well I gotta go to bed. Ill talk to you tomorrow." I said.
She nodded and ended the conversation.

I put my phone on charge and started the water for my shower. I finally got it just right. I stripped my clothes off and stepped into the shower. The warm water soothed my body.

I got out the shower and put on a long t-shirt over my underwear. I blow dried my hair and walked to my closet. I picked out a long grey sweater, white scarf, skinny jeans, and brown boots for school tomorrow. I laid it on my chair and crawled into bed.

I kept replaying my talk with Jake. What was his problem?

So enough my head filled with darkness, I fell asleep.