Stay Away From The Bad Boy.

Chapter 5.

Every once in a while you'll get these days. These days where it's so bad you just want to grab a fistful of your own hair and rip it out, then go cry in a corner hoping someone will notice and comfort you. It seems i am experiencing one of these days.
I rose from my bed, still tired from my sleepless night, "i need...air!" I thought to myself. Getting up, i walked down the stairs, bare feet and still in my tank top and tartan pajama pants- i changed after a few hours-, and swung open the door. The weather had taken a turn and from a sunny, wind free afternoon. It had turned into a windy, cold afternoon with rain. However it was perfect for me, the smell of rain calmed my nerves and i walked onto the porch, sitting on the little chair that Dad had placed for whenever i have these days. 

The wind grew worse, the trees were shaking viciously, looking as if they were about to snap out of the ground any minute. I heard a slam and my blood turned cold, slowly turning my head i saw my front door. Shut. I ran towards it, seeing if it would open, but it wouldn't open. No phone, no shoes, no keys, no proper clothing! My eyes start ti burn and hot tears threatened to drop. "Tyler! What...what if he's at home?" My mind asked me, i looked round and the street was deserted, not a car or a person in sight. Not even a bird!
I walked out into the cold rain, it began to pelt on my skin, i walked towards his house and rung the doorbell several times. Pressing my forehead against the glass, trying to look for movement. Nothing. There wasn't a car in the driveway, so they weren't in. I groaned and began to walk back to my porch, by this time i was shivering. I probably looked like a wild raccoon right now, my eyeliner which i forgot to take off was running down my cheeks, my hair was soaked and feeling heavy on my head. My clothes sticking to my skin. You know what? Screw this, i began to walk along the road that led to the park, the perfect part of this- no one will be there. It'll just me and the rain.

I walked into the open field and walked to the swing set, and sat on one of the swings which were wet and the metal chain was cold against my touch. I scuffed the heel of my foot against the ground, and i bent my knees and pushed myself back and began to swing myself back and forth. The rain hitting my face. 
"Well, well...well." Someone said, i turned round and saw a boy with hair sticking to his forehead, black clothes and arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his face. Oh fantastic(!)
"Is it fate or..?" He trailed off, the smirk never leaving his face. I told you that thing is permanent. 
"Go away Ryley, i don't have time for you or your tricks." I mumbled, but loud enough for him to hear. 

He walked towards me and sat in the swing next to me. "What are you doing here? With no shoes for the fact." He asked, licking his bottom chapped lip.
"It's quite non of-"
"You got locked out didn't you?"
My whole face became bright red, i'm pretty sure the droplets that hung off my nose had evapoarted from the heat of my face. His laughter drowned over the sound of the rain, i began to laugh with me. 
"Oh wow," He tried to catch his breathe, "that's a classic!"
I hid face in my hands, "Shut up, i have to wait till nine or something till my Dad comes back. You don;t!" I rubbed my arms to try and restore the warmth that had left my body.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I can't believe i'm going to ask this but," He paused, thinking it over, "would you like to come to my place?"
I jumped up from the swings, "No! God knows what you'll do, you could lock me up."
"Oh would you shut up? My parents are home." He scowled, his mood instantly becoming bitter.
The pros- i get out of the rain and into a warm place with a roof over my head, and a towel.
The cons- i barely know the guy! He could try something!

I can't believe i am doing this, "Fine, fine. But i swear if we are taking that wretched motorcycle i will flip."
"Really? Too late, now come on before you get hypothermia". He grabbed my arm, his fingers were warm but hands were rough. I could see scars engraved on his knuckles, he guided to where his monstrosity was parked. He sat on his bike, a leg either side of it, and he he handed me my helmet. "I should write you're name on here if you keep coming on this." He laughed, i rolled my heads and put it on. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe in, sitting on the bike. I wrapped my arms round his torso. "The second time you're here, you already know the procedure." 
"Shut up and ride would you?"

He revved his engine, "I thought you'd never ask." And sped down the round, the wind slapped my bare arms, he sharply turned on a corner and on instinct i tightened my grip. I turned my head and so my cheek was pressed against his back- which was surprisingly warm.
I felt the bike slow to a halt, the rain was still coming down but not as heavy, it came so gentle i didn't feel it, instead my eyes met with a ginormous house, it was three stories with beautiful architecture, it had a mixture of the olden times and the modern day. It took my breathe away.

"Don't say anything." He whispered.

Let's just get this over and done with.