Finding the Bad Boy at the Airport

Chapter 3~ Ditching School

-----Lorelei's POV-----

I was about to kill Charice but the doorbell kept ringing. I got annoyed so I opened the door. "Hello," I said forcing a smile. "You don't have to be so polite." Kalin said sarcastically.

"Umm, could I speak with you for a second Charice?" I mumbled to her. "Sure!" she said cheerfully. "Excuse us for a moment." I told Kalin. Charice and I went up to my room. "How did you get his phone number?"

"Well, he gave it to me" she answered. "How did he give it to you?" I asked. "OMG, isn't it obvious? I went to the office, sneaked in quietly, looked at his file, called his parents, asked his parents, and called him, and told him to come over to your house, easy as that!" she said.

My jaw dropped when she said all of that. "EASY? YOU SNUCK IN TO THE OFFICE AND LOOKED AT TOP SECRET STUFF!" I yelled. Someone knocked on the door. "Umm you alright in there?" the voice said. I groaned, how could I forget about Kalin being in my house!

"Be right out!" I said. I told Charice, "Sorry but I'm going to have to kick him out." "NOOOO!" she said. I opened the door and saw Kalin sitting on the couch with his legs up on the coffee table. "He made himself at home," I thought.

I tipped the couch a little so he could fall off it. I am pretty strong. "Hey, what was that for?" complained Kalin. "Sorry not sorry, but you're going to have to go, this is my dad's house, he doesn't allow strangers." I said. "But I'm not a stranger" he said while wiggling his eyebrows.

I pushed him off the couch and grabbed his hand. "Well someone's a little bossy today." mumbled Kalin. I opened the door and pushed him outside. "Hope you enjoyed your visit Kalin!" I said sweetly.

Then I slammed the door. "Why did you do that for?" Charice complained. "Well sorry I had too," I said. I sighed and I felt bad for Kalin but it was for the best.

----------At School----------

I was at the locker putting my books away. I closed the locker door and almost had a heart attack. Kalin was there looking at me with a smirk on his face, "Did I make you shit your pants?" I glared, "No, You didn't even scare me, I was just surprised that you were behind my locker."

"That brings me to the question, Why are you behind my locker?" "Oh ya, Well you threw me out in the streets don't you remember?" Kalin said.

I forgot all about that for some reason and when he said it, it hit me like a rock... literally. "Oww," I said. "There's my rock!" Kalin said. I glared at him, "Well, I'm not sorry for throwing you out in the streets." "I'll forgive you if you do something with me," he said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Eww, noo, this is why I threw you out on the streets." I said. "No, not sex, you're not even my type." he said rolling his eyes. "It's a surprise." he answered. After he said that, he threw me on his shoulders and carried me to his car. "Let me go!" I said.

I kicked and hit but nothing worked so I gave up. I imagined the scene we were creating so I tried to stay quiet. When we reached his car, he threw me in the back seat.

"Well thanks, what a gentleman." I said sarcastically. "Thanks, I try." he said. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. "Are you going to try and kill me?" I asked. "If I was going to kill you, I would've done that a long time ago." He said. "Are we going to your secret lair or something?" I asked. "Yes we are" he said sarcastically. "Where are-" I was cut off by him putting his hand over my mouth. I was shocked and blushed. I reluctantly pulled his hand away. "What were you doing?" I asked. He groaned, "Stop asking questions already you're annoying me."

-----A few minutes later-----

When we arrived, I saw that we went to a paintball arena. "Why did you take me here?" I asked in confusion. "I don't know, I usually hang out here with my buds and I thought you might like it." I blushed and thought, "Why would he take ME here though, wouldn't he take his girlfriend instead?" I thought about that for a while until I got the courage to ask him, "Why didn't you go with your girlfriend instead?" He shrugged, "I don't know, she doesn't seem to be the type that likes paintball and stuff." "Oh" I answered lamely.