Protecting The Bad Boy

Chapter Four

Picture of the lovely lady that plays Cynthia (: Can I just say that Dianna is my everything!

This is (by far) my favourite chapter so far, so please enjoy...

Song of the Chapter: Fallingforyou - The 1975

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Chapter Four: Just Like Bambi on Ice

Day 1.

My alarm starts blaring into my poor ears at 7am. I groan loudly and snuggle further into the warmth of the blankets that I had wrapped around me.

It wasn't like the alarm had woken me up, I mean I slept until 4am sure, but after that I was just tossing and turning trying to drift back off. For some reason, all I could do was think about these next thirteen days. Why the hell was I so damn worked up?

Reluctantly I drag myself out of bed and into my bathroom. I contemplate whether I should shower again but decide against it when I'm so tired that I nearly fell asleep on the toilet.

As I exit the bathroom, my phone buzzes from my bedside table with a text from Colton.

Turns out my mission starts tomorrow!! I'll be there at 6ish, make sure you have pizza!! (:

I laugh to myself quietly letting a huge smile grace my face. I start to type a reply when another text from him comes through.

Oh and beer... Make sure there's beer...

I send a quick text back and throw my phone on my bed before chucking on a pair of black skinny jeans that I found on the floor. I was certain they were clean... Sort of. Man I was such a guy at times.

I then grab a black vest and a black baggy flannel shirt out of my wardrobe and slip on my converse. I look in the mirror and ironically, it looked like I was going to a funeral.

I pull my wavy, long hair into a messy bun on the top of my head and apply some mascara, powder and lip balm. I don't need to add concealer under my eyes today; last night was considered a very good night's sleep to me. Well that makes me sound healthy.

Shrugging it off, just like I do with everything else, I grab my favourite gun out of my gun cabinet (basically a cabinet full of guns in the corner or my room, hidden under a blanket). I think that I should pick carefully today, seeing as there may be some action. I tuck the gun into the back of my waistband and grab my backpack off of the chair.

Once I'm downstairs, I make myself a black coffee to go and grab an apple to then later put it back, deciding against it. I love those things but man do they get stuck in your teeth.

I pick up a banana instead.

Locking the front door behind me, I get into my car and drive to school silently praying that Houston would be in. I mean, I'm not sure how he would react to his father disappearing. Has he done it before? With the trouble he gets into, maybe. But this time, not even my father knew where he was. For all Houston knew, his father could just be spending the night out, he couldn't possibly know that this time he wouldn't return.

I turn the radio on so that I'd hopefully stop thinking so damn much. That's all I seem to do lately, and probably what I'll be doing all day today. Hopefully tonight will take my mind off things, and of course I'll have to invite my friends due to the fact that they are all madly in love with Colton for some strange reason. Sometimes I think they even prefer him to me.

He actually hung out with us before he left the school; my friends all thought that he had gone to travel the world, see some sights. Well at least that's what we told them.