IN LOVE WITH THE MIDDLE SCHOOL BAD BOY: Emma Grace Trilogy(Book One)

CHAPTER 17

  HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! LET'S MAKE 2015 ONE OF THE BEST YEARS YET! SERIOUSLY THOUGH I JUST WANTED TO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT ON THIS STORY, I WAS THINKING TO MYSELF WHEN I STARTED WRITING THIS 'NO ONE'S GONNA CARE ABOUT THIS GARBAGE.' ONCE AGAIN THOUGH YOU GUYS PROVED TO BE JUST ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND JUST ALL KINDS OF THINGS. SO I'M GONNA SHUT UP NOW AND GIVE YOU WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, CHAPTER 17!
  

EMMAS P.O.V:

  No. Please don't tell me Phillepe said what I think he just said. Alex is at my front door?! He's going to kill me! The knocking comes again, and this time Dylan goes to confront him. He comes back a few moments later. "He says he wants to talk with Emma," he says.

After a few moments of silence, I say, "okay."

Phillepe turns to me. "No," he says firmly.

  "You don't have a choice," I say.

  "Remember the last time you said that," he growls. I do remember the last time I said that to him. It was four days ago, at the fight. He told me no, and I said those exact same words. "It landed you in the hospital," he growls.

I shrug. "You still don't have a choice." Petrified as I may be, I'm too stubborn to let Phillepe protect me all the time. He sighs, knowing that he can't change my mind, before getting up, along with Dylan, and walking out of the room.

  Alex storms in a moment later, looking like he usually does. His brown/hazel hair is all messy from the wind. For some reason, the sight of him takes my breath away. I'm about to say something, but he doesn't give me the chance. "What the heck was that!"

I decide to play dumb. "What was what?" Whoop! Big mistake! He stalks over and leans in until he's so close that I can see flecks of gray in his brown eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he growls.

I try my best not to sound terrified. "Th-the fight?" Ah! Epic fail! He sighs, making minty breath fly across my face.

"Yes, I mean the fight," he says. His voice is softer and gentler, something I've never heard from him. "What were you thinking," he says. I realize that there's a bit of  Britian in his voice. Huh, wonder how I never noticed that. "You could have gotten yourself killed," he says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

  "No one would've cared," I say.

"Are you kidding?," he says. "Every time his fist was even close to you I wanted to die." He sighs again. Leaning closer, he plants a soft kiss on my cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow okay?" Without waiting for my response, he get's up and leaves the room.

 It seems cold without him here. I mentally slap myself. He's supposed to be dead to you! You can't be thinking about him like that! Something's happening, something I don't like. I'm falling for the bad boy.