Belonging to the Bad Boy

Chapter 10

I sit on my bed, staring at the outfit options in front of me. No only was Damon dragging me to tonight's football game, but there was a party afterwards that I had no choice but to go to. Damon told me that it would be good for me, that I should have fun and make friends and just enjoy being young. I would much rather be curled up in bed, with music on in the background while I read a book or did some homework.

I had two options that Damon so graciously gave me, demanding I do not wear anything other than what he had suggested. The first was a pair of high-waist, black, distressed shorts with a red, laced bottom, crop top, a pair of black, heeled boots. I scrunched my nose at the lack of fabric to cover myself with, but Damon insisted that I would look 'hot' and attract attention. So, I decided against that outfit as it was the complete opposite of what I wanted. If I was going to a party for the first time in two years then attention is most definitely not what I wanted.

I stand up, holding my towel close to my body. I had just showered and spent the past ten minutes staring at the clothes strewn across my bed. I begin to get dressed, not a particular fan of the second outfit either but knowing it was an improvement. The skirt was a simple, black, skater skirt, a tad to short for my liking but showing less cheek than the shorts. Next was a black, long sleeved top with a cutout at the bust, which I tucked into my skirt. Damon had laid out fishnet tights, and as much as I know he was trying to embrace my change, I threw them in the trash. I pulled on a pair of black and white converse and glanced at myself in the mirror.

Not to bad, I thought as I tugged the skirt down slightly. I twirl a little, actually appreciating the simplicity of the outfit while it was also something I would have never worn before. In retrospect though, everything going on was something I would have never done before so I simply embraced it. I sat at my vanity, switching my mirror lights on to do my makeup. I tilt my head and decide to be bolder today. I apply a natural toned, yet smoked eye-shadow, adding a long, thin cat eye and glitter to the inner corners of my eyes. I decided to do my entire face, so spent the next hour applying foundation, concealer, powder, eyebrows, blush and highlighter, finally finishing the process with a matte, red lip.

I place small, diamond studs into my ears and a small, diamond pendant necklace around my neck with a sigh. They were beautiful pieces of jewellery, but they served as a reminder that something I needed most was no longer here. I could see her face staring at me through the mirror, knowing she would be ecstatic at the though of me in makeup and girly clothes. I chuckle to myself, raising to my feet again. I grab my leather jacket and throw it over my shoulders, stuffing my phone and purse into the pockets before taking one last look at myself.

I hear a knock at the door. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" My dads voice was muffled through the door. I skip over and open in, standing expectantly in front of him. "Wow." His voice was barely a whisper as he looked at me. "Are you sure you're my daughter?" I laugh at his remark, giving him a gentle hug.

"It's only for one night, then it's back to my comfortable clothes," I remark as I close my bedroom door and we begin our journey to the school. I knew Damon would have me drinking at least a small amount tonight and did not want to risk riding my motorcycle and having to abandon it later, so my dad offered to drop me off at the school before the game.

Strange how different the school looked. In the dark with lights from the pitch the only thing illuminating the grounds I felt like I was in a movie. "Be safe," my dad cuts through my thoughts.

"Of course. I love you," I say, offering a large smile as we hug goodbye. He reciprocates my goodbye and lets me go, driving away once the car door was closed. 

I walk around the side of the school and wait near the bottom of the bleachers for Damon. Looking up at the filled bleachers was strange, as the only time I saw them was during school hours, when they were empty and reserved for Damon and I only. I was uncomfortable. I hated crowds, large events and mostly sports.

I felt someone walk up behind me, so I turn and begin to greet who I thought was Damon. I stop mid sentence when I see who it really was. "Flynn?" I attempted to say his name, but it came out as a question rather than a statement.

"Hey," he says, offering a stereotypical head bob as a greeting. "What are you doing here?" His arm rested on the metal structure of the bleachers, above his head. The 'cool guy' pose, I presume.

"Waiting for Damon," I reply, clearly confused as to why he was here and talking to me rather than in the crowd with his own friends, hyping about the game.

He nods, never taking his gaze off of me. "Well, I just saw you by yourself and thought it might be a good idea to get to know you." I roll my eyes, shifting my stance and crossing my arms over my chest. "Hey, no need to get defensive, I'm just trying to be a normal guy here, talking to a normal girl." He shrugged, holding his arms out in surrender.

I run my hand through my hair, regretting my decision to straighten it as the wind was blowing it directly into my face. "Right, well as you can tell, before now I've never had this much of a conversation with anyone other than Damon." It was true, before the beginning of the year, the only other person who bothered to talk to me was...

"And Ranger," Flynn says, finishing my thoughts aloud. I nod, shrugging sheepishly. "It's cool, I get it." Flynn turned and began to walk away. I call for him to stop. He turns around and slowly walks back over, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry for being defensive. Thank you for being so nice," I begrudgingly say. It was not because he was being polite, it was because I had been so rude when I considered myself friendly and approachable. I needed to work on not letting the makeover change my attitude too.

Flynn and I spoke while I waited for Damon, and when he finally showed up Flynn offered us to join him and his friends at the front of the bleachers. I was dubious about being so close to the pitch but Flynn assured me that nothing bad would happen.

The game began and I found myself enjoying it. Damon and I were having a great time, and we got along well with Flynn and his friends, making the experience that much better. I was so busy being a normal teenager that it took most of the game for me to notice Ranger. I found him on the field, and watched as he tackled a guy violently to the ground. I flinch, glad I was not the man Ranger took down. After climbing back to his feet he looks up and his eyes meet mine. A violent shiver sparked through my spine as I saw the rage in his eyes, his gaze fully locked on me. I stared back, unable to move, unable to do anything. It was only seconds but the anger of Ranger's stare made it seem like hours, but he looked away and went straight back to leading his team to victory. I didn't know what happened, but I was not looking forward to finding out.