Stay Away From The Bad Boy.

Chapter 6.

My heart began to beat faster and faster, i just stared at the large house in front of my eyes, the structure, the design- everything about it was perfect. "You...live here?" I whispered, i heard him take a deep breathe.

"Why?" He asked, "thought i would be living in the rough areas?"

I quickly shook my head and turned to face him, "No no no! I didn't mean it like tha- never mind just ignore me." My cheeks turned a dark colour. He rolled his eyes and placed his hand on my lower back and began to push me inside the house, he un-locked the door and a gust of warmth welcomed me, letting me feel my arms again. The sound of a kettle whistle and soft voices filled the atmosphere.

He led me inside, closing the door behind him and then instantly grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs before i could even blink let alone look around. He led me to a room where it was slightly dark and there was a large double bed placed by the window and a walk in wardrobe with another door which is probably an en-suite. There were two chairs in the corner and a table with a lamp on it, there was a massive bookshelf on the wall with a large amount of books. The walls were a soft brown, it was comforting. The whole room was lit only by lamps. Making it very enclosed but safe.

"I'll, uh, get you some clothes and a towel." He grumbled and disappeared to get the items, so knowing myself so well as a very curious person. I decided to snoop round his room- okay lets not say 'snoop', lets say...explore! 
I explored round his room, which was surprisingly clean. I went to the corner where the two chairs were, it looked like a reading corner. He had several books, some classics, some series like The Hunger Games, some comic books. He had a whole library in his room, and all these books are my favourite. I walked to the desk which had a computer and several schools books open, there were two framed photo, i picked up the first one which showed a picture of a young boy with a dorky smile, a small girl with a cute smile and her arm round the boys waist and then a man and a woman.

Putting down the framed photo, i picked up the last one, i adjusted my eyes to see if i was dreaming. I saw Ryley and a young girl- who was on his back and he was holding onto her, clearly giving her a piggy back ride. It seemed to be taken recently.
"...That's my sister," i heard someone say behind me, i jumped and saw Ryley standing with a pair of sweat pants and a Rolling Stones T-shirt on top of a white towel. "I-I'm sorry, i'll put it down." I mumbled awkwardly, i gently put down the picture and took the towel and clothes and mumbled yet again a thank you and walked to his dark blue en-suite to get changed.

I returned, in a shirt that went to mid-thigh and a pair of sweats that dragged on the floor, but smelled of him. Ryley turned his head slightly and laughed, "Well, isn't that just adorable!" He bent down and placed hi hands on his knees as if looking at a small child.
I rolled my eyes and sat on one of the chairs in the corner, where there was another photo frame on the table, i took the picture in my hands and saw it was him and his sister taking an cute selfie with her sticking her tongue out and him giving her a weird look.
"Do you want something to eat? drink?" He asked, i nodded my head, "Drink."
"Oooh! Wanna drink? Alright, vodka?" He teased, i stuck my tongue out at him, "Non-alcoholic obviously." I said, he took my arm and scoffed, "Lame." He took me downstairs into a very large kitchen where a lady was cleaning the counter top. "What's up Berthie?" He bumped hips with her.
"It's Bertha you cheeky boy!" She scolded and tried to hide the smile that was close to appearing. Ryley winked at her and patted her shoulder, she washed her the sponge and walked out.

"That's Bertha, she's the maid but we consider her family." Ryley informed me, he got out a glass and poured some water, then handing the glass where i gladly took it and drank a sip. Hydrating my mouth. He took a banana and begin to peel and eat it, and jumped on the counter. I stared at him while sipping my water, he turned and his dark eyes met mine. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Uh, no i'm not."
He snorted, "Yeah, whatever. Lets go back, it's getting cold and you're rat tailed hair is still wet."
My mouth went into a perfect 'O' shape, "Shut up! It's not rat tails okay?"
He laughed and we went back to his room, i sat in the same chair as i did before- mainly because it was warm and had a blanket. "So Aubrey-"
"Audrey." I corrected.
"Audrey, tell me 'bout yourself. Your hobbies, turn on's and off's" He winked. 

"I'll leave the last two out, but i like to read and write, listen to music and go to the park," I shrugged, "What about you then eh? Mr Bad boy of Lakewood High."
"Parties, drinking, hanging with friends-"
"Not reading?" I asked, signalling the hundreds of books on his wall.
He pressed his lips into a thin line before saying, "Yeah...reading.
Silence took over, it had a mixture of comfort but still a tint of awkward. I looked at the picture frame yet again, "Your sister is really pretty." I smiled, he picked up the picture frame and smiled at it, "Yeah she is." 
"Where is she?" I softly asked, and he froze, his muscles became tense and he was gripping hard onto the frame, i'm surprised it didn't break. I could tel i've hit a soft spot.
He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that-"

"No it's fine," He said, he inhaled and exhaled, "She's not here- obviously, she's 14...and she has Lupus so she staying with my grandparents because they live in the country where every things you know, fresh and peaceful so she can be healthy," He stopped and clenched his fists. "And it can't be cured, it's not oh so severe but she still has the rash...and it just can't be cured." His voice broke slightly.
My mouth parted, no words came out, i was too in shock but then managed to choke out, "I-I'm so sorry." I placed my hand on his shoulder to comfort him, his muscles relaxed and he breathed.
He nodded, "It's fine, she's coping just fine." 
The bad boy, who worse black and has a bad-ass motorcycle, who can get all the girls from a 5 mile radius and isn't afraid. Suddenly became this vulnerable 18 year old who is scared for his little sister. 

"Which kind?"
"Systemic." He whispered, leaning forward and staring at his hands. My phone then rang, i picked up the brick which i call my phone and held it to my ear after answering. "Where on earth are you?!" My dad's frantic voice filled the phone. "I got locked out and one of my," i paused on thinking to what call Ryley, "one of my friends let me stay at theirs for a while. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Hurry up!" He hung up and i stared at the phone. "I gotta go home, can you drop me back? Not in the motorcycle, my dad'll see and flip-"
"Jesus, calm down sweet-cheeks i'll use my car instead." He said and grabbed a set of keys that were lying on his desk and i followed him to the garage where two sets of cars were parked. A black small BMW beeped. 

"You comin' or what?" He asked and got into the car, i shook my head and sat in the front next to him. I looked and saw i was still wearing his clothes, "Crap, i'm still in you're clothes!" I said, he smirked, "Which you look good in." 
I rolled my eyes, "Give my pajamas back soon, their my favourite pair." I mumbled. He started the car an drove down the driveway and sped off with me holding onto the seat for my dear life. He laughed at my reaction, that was the first time i saw him smile and laugh! It made me a smile come on my face and out of no where i began to grin like a Cheshire cat, laughing alone with him.
He slowed and we were parked in front of my house, i clicked the seat belt button and he grabbed my elbow before i could get out. "Don't tell anyone about this helping business. Got it?"

I stared at him, "Why do you keep staring at me, i get it i'm hot but damn!"
"No," I said, "I'm trying to figure you out. Your this bad boy then your this kind guy who helps me then you turn back to a complete asshole who doesn't care but just cares about your reputation!"
Now it was his turn to stare at me. 
"Who are you really? Who is the real Ryley Esgold?" I asked him.
"Your looking at him sweet-cheeks." He replied, leaning back further in his seat. "No it's not!" I argued and i got out the car, slamming the door shut. He rolled down the window and before speeding off, he said; 

"That's for me to know and you to figure out."

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