My Little Rebel

Chapter Nine: I am A REBEL

Alex's POV

I lay in bed not being able to sleep as my thoughts wondered off to Taylor; I wondered what it would be like to be in his shoes even just for a day. I also wondered why he had ended up this way, why he had to live in a crappy apartment or why he had to go to that awful bike shop just to fix his bike for free, why he was only a mechanic and what exactly made him the way he is. His angered face appeared in my head again keeping me awake knowing that I was the one who made him that mad...made him yell at me like that and made him screech at me making me even more scared then I already was, he was a smartass all day until I had actually basically made fun of him and made him feel like he was nothing and now I felt terrible about that. 

I sighed and looked at my alarm clock seeing the time, I climbed out of bed and hoped into the shower making sure to make it a quick one before I got dressed and then grabbed my books and walked across campus to my class. I didn't even answer Lexie's text that she sent me and I didn't even bother to get any food yet I just went straight to class and sat there not even paying attention. About three quarters of the way through class I actually grabbed my books and walked out of the class not caring that I left early, I continued walking until I reached my dorm room. I dropped my books on my bed and then looked around some more before I groaned and grabbed my jacket shoving it on before I walked in the cold back over to Taylor's apartment, for some reason this time I wasn't so scared to be here, I wasn't so scared to walk into the ally and into the building. I guess I realized that I was on a mission or something and I didn't really care where I was going just as long as I completed my mission. I walked up all the stairs trying to remember which floor was his; it took me awhile to figure it out before I walked down the hall and to the door knocking lightly. I took in a deep breath and waited for a bit until the door opened and he looked at me confused.

"I am daring...and I can be a rebel...you don't even know the first thing about me...for all you know I could be like this undercover rich chick who is bad ass," I said as he arched his eyebrows. "I may have pissed you off but you miss judged me and you know it," I said as he leaned against his doorframe and crossed his arms as I continued to speak about random crap. "I was scared yesterday and instead of taking me home like I asked you to you took me to all these fucking places that I didn't want to be at. Maybe you feel comfortable there but I don't and no it's not because there dark and depressing places," I said as he sighed and looked at me like he was going to yell at me again. "It's because I don't like going out in general...in fact if I could camp out in my room in my house I'd be happy to...I'm not an outside person," I said before I stopped and waited for him to speak but he stayed quiet for a bit just looking at me I guess wondering if I was finished my rant or not. While he stood there I took the time to take in his state, he was wearing sweat pants and that was about it. I kept my eyes on his face trying my hardest not to look at his chest...yes his chest, he had muscles and everything and now I was kind of wishing I hadn't seen him like this. I also happened to notice that he had a few tattoos, there was one on his arm, which was a cross, and then there was another along his side that ran upwards and I couldn't exactly read what it said but it said a quote of some sorts. I concentrated on keeping my eyes on his face now making sure he hadn't seen that I was technically checking him out, he stepped back and leaned against his door as he looked at me and then I walked passed him into the apartment as he shut the door behind me. 

He walked off to the other side of the room where his bed was and he grabbed a shirt and slipped it on and that's when I noticed another tattoo that stretched across his shoulders. 'Just Another day,' was written in fancy letters. I'm not sure what it means or why he would get that tattoo written on his back but that's what was written, he fixed his shirt and then walked back over to where I was standing and crossed his arms.

"You got anything else to say," he asked as I looked at him trying to figure what he was getting at.

"I'm not saying sorry to you," I said as he nodded his head. "You think I should apologize to you...you took me to that god awful place and made me stay there knowing I was scared out of my mind...you have been the biggest jackass to me since the stupid club and now you want me to apologize to you," I said as he nodded his head.

"Yes...why can princess not say the word sorry," he asked me in a taunting tone as I glared at him. 

"I don't owe you an apology," I said as he crossed his arms again and continued to look at me. "I don't...I believe I don't owe you anything," I said as he shook his head.

"Of course you feel that way because rich people can do no wrong right," he said walking around me and to the kitchen. 

"Oh...oh your mad that I judged you and yet here you are doing the same thing to me...I see how that's fair. You have judged and ridiculed me and yet I can't do the same without owing you an apology after...I see how that's fair," I said as he shook his head and continued to walk around his kitchen doing a few things which I'm assuming was making some coffee. "So what Taylor...you can't say the word sorry," I shot back as I crossed my arms and plastered a smug grin on my face this time waiting for his reply.

"Your right I am sorry," he said as I nodded my head. "I should have left you standing in the hall," he said pointing at his door as I gasped making him laugh slightly. I groaned and shook my head as he shook his head and continued to laugh slightly as I glared at him, "yeah your right...your so bad ass." He said now with amusement in his voice, "you can't do anything that would be against daddy and mommy's orders or else you'll be in trouble," he said as I continued to glare at him. 

"Oh yeah and your so badass because you have a fucking bike and tattoos...there's more to being badass then that," I said as he chuckled and shook his head.

"I never claimed to be badass...you're the one who called me the rebel I said no such thing," he said as I glared at him some more.

"What do you do...just sit in here all day and night drawing on yourself," I said as he chuckled and shook his head.

"You do realize that I got these done right...I can't tattoo myself...well I could but it may not turn out to good cause normally you get someone else to do your tattoos," he said as I shook my head. "You have anything else to say or are you just going to make fun of me some more," he asked as I shook my head and walked to the door.

"I am bad ass...I'll show you," I said as he laughed and shook his head as I walked out of his apartment slamming his door behind me. I groaned and ran down all the stairs now very irritated by him and hating him so much, I needed to find a way for him to stop calling me princess though and to show him I didn't always follow the fucking rules...I was badass and I was going to prove that to him. 

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