Playing The Bad Boy's Game

"So, who sits here?"I whispered, noticing the other empty seat beside me.
Blondie glanced to the clock. "Him," he said just as the time clicked 10. The door opened and I looked up.
My pencil dropped to the ground, eyes wide.
Oh. My. God.
It's him.
The first drug dealer that began my parents addiction.
The player that stole my best friends virginity.
The wicked monster that sent my cousin to rehab.
The hottest guy I've ever seen.
The reason why my life is hell.
And he's coming to be my English partner.


23. Chapter 20.5


            RIVYN’S P.O.V.

            “Rise and shine, Dipshit!” I sang, flicking on the switch.  Brian groaned and threw a pillow at me, half of his blankets sprawled across the floor. 

            I caught it, and held it against his will, smacking him until he got up. 

            “Alright!  Jesus Christ, it’s a Saturday for goodness sake!  What’s wrong with you?!” he shouted, groggy eyes still have asleep.  Red marks were surrounding his face, and the thought of him crying last night made me feel bad.  However, the bruises along the cheeks, didn’t come across any guilt.

            Taking the whistle from around my neck, I blew into it, and tossed the rest of his sheets on the floor.  “I’m taking you on a trip!” I cheered, clapping.  “And you’re going to get dressed within the next minute, you hear?”

            He snorted, and kicked my butt off the bed.  Really hard, I might add.  Scowling, I stared up at him as pulled the sheets back over his head. 

            “No matter how mad you are at me, Brian,” I ordered, standing up right.  “You’re coming along, even if I have to pull you by your wiener dog!”

            Shaking under the blankets, I knew he was laughing, which meant a good sign.  What I still didn’t get though was why he always laughed when I used appropriate words for his genitals.  Ugh, boys.  So immature.   

            An idea quickly popped in my head, and I grabbed his trash can, emptying all his tissues out, and filled it up with ice cold water.  Slowly tip toeing towards him, I snickered and almost dropped the bucket.  Balancing over Brian’s head, I poured the whole thing over him, and he shot up like lightening. 

            I bursted out laughing, and backed away, my stomach beginning to hurt.  “Now that I got your attention, ass off the bed and get dressed already!” I grinned.

            Brian narrowed his eyes, body drenched from head to toe.  “You’re a douche bag, you know that?” he glared, slowly peeling off of his bed. 

            “Yeah, yeah,” I said waving.  “Cars going to be ready in two minutes, so I expect you to be down there before I come back up and kill you.”

            He faked a smile, and gave me the finger as I closed his door.  “Don’t forget to change into a new piece of underwear,” I reminded, hollering from the other side.

            “No.  I’m just going to put it inside out,” he said sarcastically, and I shook my head, scurrying downstairs. 

            Heading for the garage, Mrs. Daniels guarded the door, with a creepy smile. 

            “Uh, hey Mrs. D!” I said.  “How was your trip?”

            She flashed her best-buying teeth, and smoothed down her skirt.  “Just peachy until I got a call from the hospial, saying that my son was in the emergency room.”

            Yeowch!  I could feel the burn right there.

            “...yeah, sorry about that Mrs. D,” I apologized, taking a step closer. 

            “Unfortunately, my son didn’t tell me why you put him in the hospital,” she said, staring at her nails.  “And I would like an explanation for that.”

            I awkwardly shuffled my feet, and I sighed, glancing at her.  “Well, you see, Brian---”

            “Hey, mom!  Got to go!” Brian interrupted, yanking me through the front door.  Slamming it behind him, he guided me to the car, taking the passenger seat.

            “What was that?!” I asked, getting into the drivers spot.  “Why’d you just pull me away?”

            He uneasily shifted, and searched the glove compartment, giving occasional checks at my side.  “Just don’t talk to her, okay?” he informed, closing the lid.

            “Um.  Sure?” I said, drove onto the street.  Was it about the conversation he had with his mom last night?  Mrs. Daniels doesn’t like me, I know for a fact.  Brian was fighting against her though...  I was so lost.

            “So where we heading?  And by the way, I shouldn’t even be talking to you,” he said, staring out the window. 

            I snorted, and took a sharp left as he gripped the safety handle above.  “Well you’re talking now, aren’t you?  Besides, I shouldn’t even be looking at you,” I said, turning to him.  Changing to a seductive smooth tone, I sexily raised an eyebrow.  “But I am.”

            Heat rose from his cheeks, and I smirked, keeping my mind on the road.  “You still haven’t answered my question,” Brian demanded again, keeping his attention to the window. 

            From my pocket, I threw his wallet on the dashboard, and took a right.  “I believe this is yours.”

            He frowned, and snatched it, checking the slits inside.  “Where’s most of my money?”

            “I have it.”

            Reaching over, he slipped his hand in my front pocket, and I let out a small gasp in surprise.  “Where?!” he ordered, reaching for my back pocket.

            I smacked his hand away, and continued driving.  “Wrong pocket, moron.  Also, never do that again, it’s very pervertive!”

            “For the love of god, can you at least tell me where we’re going, and why you’re taking me there?” he cried out, sinking into his seat.

            Skipping a red light, I raced forward, going over the speed limit. 

            “The airport.”

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