The Bad Boy & I [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4- New Living Arrangments and Halftime Shows

"Come on! Please?" Ethan begged.

"No, why don't you just go alone?" I said for the twentieth time.

Yes, I've been counting.

"B-b-but, p-pwease?" He said adding puppy dog eyes.

Gah!! Why Ethan?! Why?

"Ugh, why do I even need to go?" I sighed.

"Because, I'm going and I want you to come too." He said matter of the factly.

"But, I don't do big crowds! I don't do any of this!!" I complained.

"Come on, please?" He begged. Ugh, fuck you Ethan whatever Storm!

"Fine." I sighed, my head hanging in defeat.

"Promise?" He asked like a 5 year old.

"Promise." I said.

"Yes!" He fist bumped the sky. I rolled my eyes.

"Why do I even need to come anyway? I hate crowds!" I grumbled.

"Because, if you want Mr. Bad Boy to notice you, you'll come." He smirked. Yes, I told Ethan about my little crush and basically my whole life story. It was easy talking to him. He just listened. And that's what I needed. Someone who would just listen.

"Oh shut up. And what does he care? Oh that's right, he doesn't!" I waved my arms in the air.

"You are just as blind as him." He mumbled. I smacked the back of his head. He yelped in pain. We were currently in detention in the back by ourselves while Aiden, Marcus, and Dennis we're drawing on the teacher. Jake was no where to be found. He wasn't even in school.

"So, what am I supposed to even wear?" I asked.

"Something comfortable. And nice." He said texting. I sighed.

"I hate you so much." I muttered.

"I can deal with that." He ginned slyly. I stuck my tongue out at him. He just laughed. I rolled my eyes and I put my hood on and closed my eyes while listening to music.

I've never seen a diamond in the flesh

I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies

And I'm not proud of my address,

In the torn-up town, no post code envy

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom

Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,

We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.

But everybody's like crystal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece.

Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.

We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals (royals).

It don't run in our blood,

That kind of lux just ain't for us.

We crave a different kind of buzz.

Let me be your ruler (ruler),

You can call me queen Bee

And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.

Let me live that fantasy.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I pulled out my headphone and looked at Ethan.