Bad Boy With Scars

Chapter Nine: Warning

Chelsea's P.O.V.

I walked over to Jc and Kian to make sure they were fine after what just happened. Kian needs to learn to control himself. Even though it wasn't bad, what happened, he shouldn't have freaked out. It was actually pretty cute.

"Hey guys," I sat down next to them. "Have either of you seem Sam?"

"Um, no actually, but you might wanna talk to Connor. I know you guys don't like each other but he seemed really hurt. Just ask him if he's okay. Please." Kian looked at me and forced a small smile.

I returned the smile and Kian told me Connor was outside. I walked into the kitchen and went to the back door when I heard a gun shot.

I jumped back and fell on my ass. My heart raced as I stood up shaking. I was expecting someone to come in the kitchen to ask what happened, but no one did. The hell is wrong with these people?

I shook my head and took a deep breath. I put my hand on the door knob and twisted it. It opened and I walked out. I looked around until I saw Sam laying on the ground and Connor over too of him. I was about to scream before I heard Connor talking.

"Listen here you little shit. You better stay the hell away from Chelsea."

"C-Connor? What the hell?" Sam choked out. I could tell he was crying. I would've too if I was almost shot.

"Stay away from her. She is too amazing to have someone like you force her into doing something she wouldn't be comfortable with. Go near her again, or do anything, and I swear next time I won't miss." Connor got up and grabbed the gun from the ground. I hurried back inside before he could see me and I ran back to Jc and Kian.

Kian and Jc saw me and smiled. They stopped studied my face. Jc got up and came over to me.

"Are you okay?" He chuckled.

"Y-yea." I stuttered before giving him a reassuring smile.

He smiled back before we went over to Kian and we both sat down. They talked and I just sat there. I was fine with it because I needed to think.

Why would Connor do that? Where did he get the gun? It didn't make sense. He hates me and I sure as hell hate him. But, he seemed protective when he was yelling at Sam.

"Chelsea, I'm gonna drive you home." I heard someone say.

I looked up and noticed that everyone was gone. The house was a mess still, but everyone was gone. I looked up and saw Ricky standing there.

"When did the party end?" I chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

"About fifteen minutes ago. Kian and Jc got...busy, so they left." Ricky smiled.

"Oh. Okay well thanks." Ricky helped me up before leading me out to his car. I got in the passenger seat as he started the car.

I should tell Ricky about Connor. They are really good friends so maybe he can talk to him. But considering they're such good friends, Ricky might get mad at me for saying something that would offend him.

I looked up as we pulled into my driveway. I opened the door before being pulled back into the set and having the door shut. I looked over at Ricky. He had a curious look in his eye.

"W-what?" I asked with a shaky voice.

He sat back in his seat before speaking. "Listen Chelsea, I know you hate Connor, but could you give him a chance?"

"No," I started. "Why the hell would I give him a chance? Do you have any idea what he's done? He almost shot-" I stopped myself instantly and my face turned red. Not only from embarrassment, but from anger. Connor scarred me from what he's done and he still has the balls to ask his friends for help to get to me?

I remembered Ricky and what I had just said. I looked up and saw him staring at me. He had mixed smirking in his face. He looked mad and confused.

"What?" He asked leaning towards me.

"Uh-I-I have to tell you something about Connor, Ricky. Something happened tonight and it wasn't good." I forced out.

He gave me a look to know to keep talking. I took a deep breath before talking.