Bad Boy Breaks Me Free

I'm Drowning In A Pool Of Popularity

  After I was dry...I literally tackled the guys. I threw them on the couches. Noah got up and scrambled to his feet. Ryan stood up and threw me over his shoulder. Devon opened the door, and Max ran outside. "Ryan!!!!!,"I yelled. "Put me down!!!"

  "You threw us! Like rag dolls!,"Ryan yelled. "I'm going to...to..."

  "To what?,"I asked. I was only a lot scared. Ryan was really tall. Like 6'5". I felt like I was on a cloud. A cloud that was gonna plummet to the ground and crash me and make me die.

  "To kiss you,"he laughed. He set me down and kissed me. I was shocked. Really. Really. Shocked.

  "What was that about?,"I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned.

  Devon looked furious. Dunno why. I walked into the house and went to one of the random bedrooms. "I'm stealing whomever room this is' clothes!" I looked around. Smelled like Ryan. "I'm pretty sure its Ryan's stuff!" I looked up and saw Ryan and Max leaning in the doorway...well Ryan was in the doorway, Max was trying to lean in and see me, but Ryan blocked his way.

  "Um hi?,"I asked returning my gaze to his dresser drawers.

  "Hey,"Ryan said amused. "Why not wear the clothes your wearing right now?"

  "I smell like nasty chlorine! I'm just gonna wear some of your clothes."

  He nodded and shut the door on his way out. "Bye!,"I heard Max yell.

  I laughed and looked through his dressers...I eventually found a black and white plaid shirt, and black leggings. Now what the heck?! He has leggings?! "RYAN!!!" He ran in the room in like three seconds flat. "Yes??" I laughed and held up the leggings. "You own leggings??" He grinned. "There this blonde chicks', you can wear them." I glared at him. "This is what the beach house is for when your not throwing parties?" He looked at me and narrowed his eyes. "Yes." I nodded. "I'm still wearing them." He nodded and left. He was a player. Don't fall for the player. I closed the door and finished getting dressed. I was wearing my black tank top that I sprayed in my perfume, the black and white checkered shirt of Ryan's, and the Blondie's black leggings. Oh, and my boots. I looked...okay? I suppose...

  I walked downstairs and sat on the opposite couch I threw the boys on. That couch was wet. Devon was sitting on the same couch as me. His eyes were glued to the screen. Watching some girl wrestling match. I think.

  "What you doing?"

  "Watching the fight. Obviously."

  It was disgusting. Who watches this garbage???

  "Well I'm changing it,"I said grabbing the remote. He looked shocked and tackled me on the couch.

  "Don't change it,"he said against my ear. I gulped and looked at the TV. I changed it. To Spongebob. He groaned and sat up. "I forgot. I don't phase you like Ryan does." I glared at him. "What?" He stood up. "You know what I mean." I shook my head. "No. Actually I don't. I just hate watching girls wrestle. Its meaningless."

  "Its hot." I rolled my eyes. "No. Its not." He grinned. "Your jealous?" I laughed. "Of girls who do steroids to be big and strong? Nah. I'm okay." He grinned again. "Your jealous that they get more attention." I smacked him and left. I could hear him walking behind me. He basically called me a loner. The loner I truly am. He grabbed my arm. "Wait. I didn't mean that." I looked away, trying to hide the tears trickeling down my cheeks. "Yes you did. Leave me alone." He pressed me against him. "I'm sorry." I shook away from him. "Leave me alone Devon. Your just jealous because I like Ryan more than you!" I stormed away once again. And once again he followed me. "Yes I am" I looked at him surprised. Didn't think he'd admit it that quickly. "Just leave me alone..." He grabbed my waist. "Your beautiful Mackenzie. I like you. Ryan is just a man hoe. He won't love you like I love you." He had a point. Ryan did have like four pairs of leggings and three tank tops, and four pairs of heels in his room. "Why? I'm a loser." He hugged me. "Your not a loser." I looked at him. "Your acting soft." He smiled. "I'm way more softer than the guys. Trust me."

  After that awkward situation...people started to arrive. The guys got out the alcohol which didnt surprise me, and turned the music up louder than god.

  "Having fun?,"Ryan asked leaning against the counter. I smiled and nodded. "Yes." He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Good. Finally you get the time you deserve." I tilted my head. "What do you mean?" He shook his head. "You never have been to a party. I already know this." I smiled trying to hide my pain. "First time for everything right?" He grinned. "Right." I smiled and looked at him. He looked great. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, dark jeans, black high tops, and his hair was a hot mess. Something so casual...looked so hott. I don't know where this was coming from. I used to be a loner. Heck. It was this morning. I was a loner that nobody wanted to do anything with.

  "Mackenzie?,"a blonde boy asked me as Ryan walked away. "Yeah?" He looked me up and down. "Why haven't we talked before? You seem really cool." My smile faded. "I don't know." He shrugged. "Well...I'm having a party tomorrow night if your interested. It won't be to this extreme, but ya know." I nodded. "I might be there." He smiled and walked away. I rolled my eyes and took a shot. What? Can't have a little fun at "my" party? The guys came and surrounded me. I guess you can classify me as a lightweight because I was already getting quite a buzz. The room was spinning and I haven't had that much alcohol. The guys were happy. They were smiling like a bunch of loons.

  "Mackenzie?,"Ryan asked taking another sip of his beer. "Hmmm?,"I hummed. "You look drunk. And acting like your drunk,"Noah said with a smile. Well yeah. This was the first time I've ever had alcohol.

  A girl with red hair came up to me and talked to me for like ten minutes before she walked away. Clearly amused. Dunno what she was talking about, and I probably could care less. Then people I didn't even know were dragging me to the middle of the room to dance with them. I was drunk. Dancing. About to throw up. They just kept yanking me back to the floor. They thought I was a natural at dancing. I did take dance classes until freshman year. I mean. This is senior year. I haven't danced in like three years, but I should have my spazza still.

  A couple of hours later, I was even more drunk then before, and people were starting to leave. "Byeee guyssss"

  "Bye Kenzie!,"they all shouted leaving. It was a rad party...but I could stay away from another one for now.