Making Her The WildOne

"What if I touch you like this?" He said draping his strong, rough hand against her waist. The way his voice whispered the sweet harmonies of seductive words against her ear making her body tingled threatening to cave in. "Then I'd let you." She whispered to the guy she had just been yelling at... the same one she just called a jerk faceded, hormonal, play boy... who also was the bad boy who was turning her into a bad girl.

Rachel Cassidy, Golden child and peace maker of the broken Cassidy Family, has choices to regret when life with her single mom turns disastrous over her mom's sudden lost in a job. As a quick back up plan, Rachel's mom immediately decides to move in with Rachel's father's sister until she lands on her feet again.
Life with your favorite aunt doesn't seem to bad huh? Well Think again. How can one 16 year old out casted medal mouth girl survive when she has to fin for herself against Her scornful Bitch of a cousin and her new obsession with the bad boy next door?


8. I'll kiss your boo boo.

"Damn it Rachel! Stop screaming." Isaac's stern voice demanded. I knew maybe my whining was going to far. After all, not once had he ever called me by my name.

"You just called me by my name?" I questioned. At first when it wormed out of his slightly chapped lips, because of how fast the warm autumn air turned to corruptive wind; I didn't even realized he was talking to me.

"That's ya name ain't it mate?"

I just simply nodded not wishing to argue with the guy whom held my partly wounded body. He walked pretty good for a drunk guy after all, He had been drinking hadn't he?

I rose my head from his hard chest to see that we were now climbing the stairs to reach his room. Of course I wasn't this easy. Well... I wasn't easy at all. I mean honestly, how can you label a girl that didn't even have a social status, nor had prior experience with the opposite sex.

Any who, after he'd driven us back to our neighborhood, we reached my house but Stacey was indeed still causing trouble at the party, Aisha was no where to be found as was Aunt Lynn, and my mom was sending me straight to voice mail.

As he finally rested me on to his bed he raided his hands through his jet black hair ruffling it up a bit. He begun pacing back and forth until I begun to whine about my side again.

"Take off your shirt." He said looking down on me.

I quickly jumped up moving towards the window.

"I am not one of those girls that just do anything for you." I barked picking up a pin ready to defend myself.

"Cassidy, If I wanted ya, you'd be mine. Take off your shirt so I can see the cut.

I blushed slightly, feeling humiliated. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions with him. Stereotyping, even being rather prejudice towards his bad boy ore. Maybe everyone that looked like him didn't act like how they did in the movies.

"Are you gonna take it off.. Or do I have to for you. You better be glad I even brought you in here. I could've left your scrawny ass outside to freeze and get your torso amputated."

I wasn't sure if the whole torso thing was just a funny joke. But if It wasn't him saying that made me even more worried about him bandaging me up. What if he actually believed that was possible without death?

"Stop analyzing me." He said sitting beside me on the bed.

Then it struck me, I'd been in her for longer than 5 minutes and I had yet to take in my surroundings. Ever since that scene in my room I'd been imaging what the inside of his room looked like.

Maybe it was all masculine and tough just like his exterior. Or simply frilly and girly like some psycho weirdo. I scrunched up my nose. Nahh I thought to myself. That's impossible.

I even imagined some creepy silver stuff like the things on Austin Powers. Don't ask when or where I'd watched that. My dad tended to love family movie nights. But again I say, that would've continued until my mom thought she had "needs".

But my eyes scoped around the room. His walls were a simple shade of grey and were covered with pictures of females that were new to me. But there was one alienated to the side of him and an older woman. Her eyes looked rather weak but her smile hid it all to the side.

As my eyes slowly cradled down to the floor his room was plain. I mean, of course it was way bigger than our old apartment way better. Everything in it was delicately placed... but still had his masculine touch with a dresser full of deodorants, colognes, a cigarette carton, and football pads.

My skin quickly begun to be draped in chill bumped as his hand brushed back my curls that were quickly dropping.

"Cassidy, I need you to close your eyes as I do this and try not to scream... Ok?" His eyes looked down on me as a smirk spread across his lips while he licked them.

"What are you going to do to it?"

He just shook his head moving to his bathroom and then back in a matter of seconds.

His body came closer to mine again so that I could feel his presence even though my eyes were closed. His warm aroma was enough to notify him from a mile away.

"Who was the girl you were with at the party?" I questioned softly still with my eyes closed. I needed to see his eyes so I could tell if he was lying or not... but I'd already tried that when my mom said her and dad were never getting a divorce. I guess the show Lie To Me, lied to me.

He body movements suddenly stopped as I felt his eyes burning down into the side of my face.

"Why were you at the party?" He grunted slowly sliding up my shirt. The cold breeze blew against the cut making me shiver still holding onto his bed.

"Relax," His whispered into my ear "I haven't even answered yet and your already worried your little crush on me will be ruined?"

I giggled a little. I was far from crushing on him. I just... I don't know what you'd call it. But it wasn't crushing. It was like... associating, right? I don't know something like that.

As my shirt lifted higher, careful drips of water dripped over the cut making me squirm. His hand grabbed onto my side and my eyes quickly snapped open. It was like little caramel circles glared down on me above a smile that made me forget about the cold water on my side.

"What is that for?" I asked not bothering to look away from him. I was giving him the satisfaction of him knowing how attracted I was to his perfect full lips; while not a inch of insecurities ruined the moment.

"Cleans it out." He mumbled opening a bottle of what looked like Hydrogen peroxide.

"Your not going to put that on me are you?" I begged, "It's going to burn."

His raspy voice chuckled running his hands through my now irrelevant curls again. He completed pulled my pink sweater off to avoid a stain from the peroxide.

Of course I felt insecure about my chest. But then It flashed to me, my B Cup chest was non-existent anyway.

As I stared into his eyes he slowly poured the peroxide onto it moving down to blow it.

"It didn't hurt at all did it?" He asked moving everything then applying a band aid.

I ignored his comment. I don't know what he thought I was. Just because I was basically in tears during the entire time doesn't mean I needed him to blow on it like I was a baby.

"Why aren't you like drunk and passed out and stuff?" I asked sitting up.

He glanced at me then looking down.

"I don't drink--" he paused as there was a sudden shuffle downstairs .

"But that girl was drunk." I added watching him as he walked over to his dresser.

"I don't, When I was younger my stepdad tend to hit mom when he did."

"So is the guy that is always stopping to talk to my Mom your step dad." I asked in a hurry. What if my mom all of a sudden decided she wanted to start dating again. What if he'd hit her?!

"No, " He answered.

I started to ask who he was but you could tell he was sharply aggravated. I glanced over to him seeing him remove his shirt. My breathed beamed in seeing how his strong back toned in.

"Stop drooling." a quick chuckle escaped his mouth as he turned to face me.

"Would you like a shirt?"

I looked down realizing I was still only in my skirt.

"I'm not staying here."

"So you plan to walk to your house and stay on the porch without a key?" he asked throwing the shirt over.

"Yes... I mean.. No." I shook my head looking down. He'd now changed into basketball shorts that clung low to his waste. I slipped on the shirt that was big on me and clung like it could fit me and a half.

He moved over onto the bed staring at me.

"Why were you at the party, after I told you to leave." He barked. He was getting mad again.

"You're not my father. And I was having fun." I lied

"You standing in a corner is fun? "

"You swabbing bacteria cells with some dirty blonde tramp is fun?" I was getting jealous... I could tell. The way my eyebrows raised and how I sat up instantly to his movements made it obvious.

His strong hand pushed my shoulder down against the bed. I couldn't move because of the boundary against my head, his fluffy pillow, and his face that was almost connected to my nose.

"Shut up." He said quietly.

I rested my hand against his shoulders to make it look like I was trying to push him away from me. I needed to, I had to. But... I didn't want to.

His hands moved up his shirt that was currently covering my body past my waist up my torso. He didn't blink he didn't breath because when he told me what to do I did it, and he did too.

"I hate you." I mumbled watching his eyes move from mine to my hair as he ran his hands through it.

He moved his hand under the grove of my back pressing me against his chest. His face leaned in close to my lips the yanking away before they met.

"I'm--" I started but before I could finished his lips were smashed against mine pressing his body even closer to mine.

His lips tasted like a mix of citrus bubble gum and soda as they parted the two of mine. Our lips moved smoove together in synchronization like they were made of fire afraid to be let out. I didn't breath, I didn't move away.

It was like I was dead but my mouth still worked perfectly with his. Never once had I'd endured kissing or making out with someone. But Isaac's soft luscious lips made my mind go blank. His hand quickly rushed down my thigh and then up again. I slowly moved my hands from his hard abs up to his shoulder through his messy hair twirling it through my fingers.

I'd never felt so connected to someone. But there is always a first for everything.

"Isaac, Stacey's here." a male voice called from down stairs interrupting our moment that was bound to move to far.


His mouth moved from mine quickly jumping up from the bed.

"You have to go--"

"Hide me." I finished scattering off of the bed.

He pointed towards the closet and I quickly walked towards it but before I reached it the door opened.

"Why Is--" Stacey's voice yelled.






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