Bad Girl's Bad Boy

15 year old Zoey is a bad girl. She's a bit girly, but she sticks to anything guys. She has a few friends, but not many. She used to be a sweet girl, but she realized that wasn't her. Now, she gets respect from everyone, but one new boy. She invites a bunch of guys over for her sweet 16 where they go swimming and play paintball. The new boy was invited and she doesn't speak to him much, she sticks with the boys who respect her. Since her mother died, she hasn't been the same. She lives with her father and brother.


9. His

I don't think I've ever cried so much since my mom died. Before I made it to my next class early, Dustin came running. 

"Zoe, Justin told me you were crying. What the hell did Reed do to you?" He asked.

I just broke down and collapsed into his arms. He hugged me.

"What did he do, Zoey?" He asked softly, smoothing my hair. 

"I don't want to talk about it." I mumbled. 

***After School***

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was turned around to look at Reed. I punched him across the face as hard as I could, beginning to cry again.

"I fucking trusted you, you asshole! Just stay the fuck away from me!" I shouted, only to have him grab my face and kiss me as hard as he could.

I let my mind take over as I began to kiss him back. This fucking boy made me insane. He grabbed my thighs and tried to lift me up, but I pushed on his chest to push him away. 

"You told me you loved me and then you kiss another girl..." I said. 

He gently took my hands. 

"I swear to go it wasn't what you thought, baby. I wouldn't lie to you. I do love you like I've never loved anyone." He said, pressing his forehead to mine. 

I felt his lips against mine and he lifted me up as I kissed him back. 

"My house. Now." He mumbled, carrying me without a care that people stared at us. 

He tripped once or twice seeing as though I was in his way, but he didn't care. 

"You're mine. You're my girlfriend and I will prove to you that I have only one girl in this world." He whispered seductively in my ear. 

My stomach filled with butterflies as he left fluttering kisses on my neck. He wanted to do it again with me and I wanted it so badly. By the time we were at his house, he was getting irritated. He carried me up the stairs and he closed his bedroom door eagerly, placing me down in seconds. I felt my heart pounding and my butterflies got worse as he tore off his shirt, kissing me again. I loved him and there was no changing that. He took my uniform off and his hands grabbed my bare thighs, leaving kisses all over my body. I didn't know why it was getting to me now when I was fine last time. I think he was making me soft. I began blushing and I let out a small whimper in fear. I wanted it, he was turning me on, but it was still kinda scary. His lips sucked behind my ear so no one would see it. I gasped at the feeling of pleasure running through my body. He was so sexual.


I opened my front door and scurried up to my room, but I was stopped.

"Where were you?" My dad asked. 

I bit my lip as I looked up at him.

"Walking. I needed some air." I said, walking passed and up the stairs. 

"You better not be lying to me!" He shouted.

"I'm not! Jesus!" I snapped.

I closed my bedroom door and took off my uniform. I stood in the mirror and I had bruises all over me from where Reed wanted to mark me. I blushed at the thought of him shirtless and how I was his.

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