Bad Boy Next Door

Bad Boy Next Door [3]

FAVOR.

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verb

give someone (something that they want).

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4:55 AM

I stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to remember everything that happened just a few hours ago.

Everything and everyone was completely a blur. The last person I remember seeing was Alex, which I can't say is impossible, but the odds of that is one in maybe twenty.

I'm blame Noah. If he was with me and not off fucking some girls, this situation wouldn't have happened.

I picked up my phone, not caring how late at night it was, and dialed Noah.

"I'm so sorry, Bella." Noah started.

"You fucking let me almost get raped!"

"I swear, I wasn't even at the party when that happened. I texted you but I just found out it never went through because of the no signal where I was," He apologized.

"That's no excuse, Noah. You could've looked for me," I took a deep breath.

"I'm so, so sorry, Bella. I'll do anything for you to forgive me," He begged.

"Fine. Not saying I fully forgive you, but, we can still
be friends." I smiled a bit.

"Thank god, I thought you were gonna make do something insane," He let out a breath of relief, crushing me to let out a small laugh.

"Who took me home after I passed out?" I asked.

"Alex."

I laughed, "Ha ha, very funny, who really took me home?"

"Trust me, I was in just as much shock as you are. He carried you out of the party and took you home in his car. This is very very confusing, and again, shocking. I've never seen Alex stand up for someone."

"So you're saying that Asshole Alex carried me and brought me home in his own car and put me in my bed? Is this all some sort of fucked up dream or what?"

"I didn't understand either. I think it's best you talk to him." Noah suggested.

"I should, maybe clear things up. Thanks man-whore, goodnight." I giggled at the nickname I made for him.

"Night, Tinkerbell."

I giggled one last time before hanging up.

Alex? The guy who was really rude to me in class, rescued me?

I didn't know what I was thinking, but I got up and opened my window, slowly making my way to his window by tip toeing on a branch. His blinds were closed so I knocked on it lightly, but not too light so he could hear.

A moment later, his blinds finally opened and he stood there looking exhausted.

Must've been sleeping since he wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing his chest tattoos and very muscular body.

He finally opened his window and looked blankly at me, waiting for me to speak. I was too distracted by his naked torso. The moon shone directly on his face, making his blue eyes appear more lighter and angelic.

He was about to close the window until I spoke,

"Thank you." I said lowly. No response, just his eyes carefully scanning me. I lowered my head down to block his intense stare.