Keeping the Bad Boy

Chapter 25

As he played, I had taken Julia's phone out and was recording him playing. The snow floating down around him made him look like an angel. He reminded me so much of James Carstairs from The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare. She is my favorite author and it's almost as if I have found my own Jem. Though I know that James Carstairs was a perfect individual along with his parabatai, William Herondale. Aside from Cassie's perfect world, Sam was perfect to me. Everyone thought he was so flawed and ruined beyond return, but they just saw his shell. This was him, I realized. This was truly him, just Sam. I could tell the song was coming to an end, so I took a few pictures of him and slid her phone back into my pocket. My arms were numb, but my heart had never felt so warm. I never understood what people in books felt when they were in love, even though the authors described it so incredibly well. I understood completely now. He opens his eyes and lowers the violin as I hear a car coming down our street. "My parents," I whisper. Sam's eyes widen. He shuffles quickly to put the violin back in its case. "Um, okay. Well, I'll see you when I see you.' He kisses me again and runs to his bike. "I love you," he calls over his shoulder as he flies down the driveway and back toward his house. "I love you too," I whisper, but there's no one around to hear it.

When my parents get out of the car, they don't say anything. Hopefully they didn't see him. Then again, if they did, they would be ranting and raving right now. I take the fact that they aren't as a good sign. As we set the table for dinner, Julia whispers in my ear. "Was that the guy your mom hates so much and doesn't want you seeing?" "Yep," I say, setting down the last plate. "Nice," Julia says with a smile.