The Bad Boy And The English Redhead

Chapter Seventeen: I Guess You're My Friend Now

"We need to go back." I say, after about two hours of Matt being here and us talking. I am surprised by him, he doesn't call me English Redhead anymore, he doesn't tease me anymore, and he doesn't annoy me. He's changed. And for some reason, I hate and love this change of Matt Samson.

"Let me do this." He says, and I realise that whilst we have been talking, he has been making a daisy chain. I'd never think a Bad Boy would make a daisy chain. Of all things, it has to be a daisy chain.

I see him tie the knot on the daisy chain, and then his hands make their way onto my waist, and he is pulling me closer towards him.

"You could've asked." I say.

"I liked doing that." He breathes in my ear, and I can't help but not resist the shiver of pleasure. I don't know what this Bad Boy is doing to me. I feel his hands move my crimson hair to the left and his fingers stroke my neck, causing sparks where he has touched me. I then close my eyes and his hands move away from my neck, but then I feel his hands touch my forehead, along with the cold daisy chain. It moves down slowly, and eventually reaches mg neck where Matt's had touched me. He pulls my hair lightly out of the daisy chain and outside of it.

"There you go." He whispers, only inches away from my ear. Why is this boy making me feel like this? I can't help these crazy feelings.

I turn around, push his body against the grass, and kiss him. A sudden fire burns in my body, and his hand grips my lower back, bringing us even closer if it's even possible. My hands run through his hair, his soft brown hair that looks like he just got out of bed, but he still manages to look amazing with it. He flips us over, so I am on the bottom, trapped underneath his muscular body. He smiles in the kiss, and my hand slips under his shirt. I can feel him stiffen, but he continues moving him mouth against mine. Every muscle is lined up perfectly, every muscle feeling strong, and my fingers run along them.

He pulls away, both of us gasping for breath, and then he stands up, then grabs me by the waist and gets me to my feet.

"I need to take you back, your mom's probably gonna call the cops because she thinks you've gone missing." He says.

"Okay." I say, then my hands fly to my lips, which are swollen from the kiss and are still having tingles run through them.

He walks ahead and I follow him, clutching the jacket he let me borrow. His pace is incredibly fast, and I follow him. I feel a painful scratch on my foot, and suddenly feel liquid run across my foot.

Crap, my foot is bleeding like mad. At least it isn't broken glass and is just s sharp piece of tree.

"Uh.. Matt?" I say, and he continues walking.

"What?" He asks.

"My foot's bleeding." I tell him, and he turn around.

"Oh, f*ck." He says, and literally sprints over to me.

He inspects my foot, then his right hand goes behind me shoulders and back to him, whilst his left goes around my bum and he pick me up bridal style.

I lie back into his arms and look into his blue eyes which are staring into my green ones.

"I swear you've cut your foot open before." He says, and I nod.

"The other one, I stepped on broken glass. I have scars." I tell him, and I glance at the ones on my wrist. Matt looks at the bottom of my uninjured foot and sees the scars that the glass left me. He then looks at the ones on my wrist.

"Wasn't that after I dropped you in the pool? I'm sorry about that by the way." He says.

I laugh, and see a scar on Matt's collar bone.