The Bad Boy and I

"Awh babe, don't worry. Soon you'll be begging for my company, but for now, I'm taking you to school whether you like it or not." He chuckled, holding the passenger door of his shiny black BMW open for me. Posh knob.

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"Em, I'm so sorry," Jake whispered, and before I knew it, he pulled me into a hug. Breathing in his intoxicating smell eased the pain a little, as the warmth of his breath tickled my ear.

"Oh God, I'm getting your sweater wet Jake," I mumbled pulling away a little.

"I don't mind," he said, his strong arms pulling me back to him.

"Wait, my mum will be wondering where-"

"I've already texted her, she says it's fine."

And with that, I finally relaxed in Jakes arms.

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I see Jake differently now. I see the layer underneath the bad boy prick that didn't care for anyone, I see the shy and innocent side which he never usually exposes. And I think I'm fall-