"He
is bad news..."
Chapter 21
I had just left my last period before lunch and
was now heading to the cafeteria, when someone grabbed my arm. I
was about to shout when I saw Everett holding me. He led me to a
quiet corner in the library, before deciding to speak.
“What did Sienna told you about
me?”
I gave him a confusing look. “Why are you
so eager to know?”
“I just wanna know” he said,
shrugging.
“She thinks you’re bad news” I
just said.
“I’m sure there’s more. Spit
them out” he demanded, looking down at me.
“Well, she told me I shouldn’t hang
out with you because you’re messing with cops and drug
dealers. Also, she told me I’m too good for you” I
told him, looking him in the eye.
“That’s true” he
admitted.
“What? That I’m too good for
you?”
He nodded.
“I couldn’t care less about this,
Everett. I just…” I trailed off.
No.
Don’t spit those three little words
out.
It’ll be just a
disaster.
No.
“You just…?” he asked, looking
at me closely.
“I just like you, that’s all” I
lied, playing it all cool.
He looked weird. I looked at his face closely. I
noticed a sign of anger, worry and…
disappointment?
“I do too” he said quickly.
“So, who are you going to the prom with?” he changed
the subject.
“I dunno. I bet Sienna hasn’t even
started looking” I answered, rolling my eyes. “Are
you going?”
“Nah. It’ll be no fun” he
said.
“Why not?” I wondered.
“Because I wanna go with you” he just
said.
I couldn’t help but feel honored. He was
just a bad*ss to most of the girls’ eyes. The heartbreaker
–the leader is Zach, of course–, the cheater
–with Zach being still on top of the category– and
the careless boyfriend. He seemed different to me, though. Rumors
are so wrong.
“I wish we could go together” I
sighed, looking away.
“I’ll go with you to this prom one
way or another” he said steadily.
“Why are you so cute, Everett?” I
murmured.
His eyes widened, just like mine. “I said
that out loud, didn’t I?” I asked, my cheeks turning
red. I was so sure I just thought of that.
He nodded, cracking a smile. He pulled me closer
by my waist and brushed his lips against mine. “If you
don’t stop calling me cute, I won’t kiss you ever
again” he threatened me, smirking.
“A.ss.hole” I laughed, pulling
away.
“Come back!” he cried, grasping onto
my hand.
“I can’t resist, I wanna call you
cute all the time!” I teased him.
He brushed the hair off my face and laughed.
“Call me cute one more time and I…”
“You what? You’re so cute to do
anything” I said, smirking.
“I’m…”
“You’re cute, cute,
cu…”
He kissed me before I could even say that word
one more time. He had a right, though. You can’t call cute
someone who drives a Maserati, has like four tattoos and messes
up with drug dealers. I still loved it, though. His attitude
towards me had changed lately. He reminded me of that kind boy I
was hanging out during primary school. He reminded me of the boy
I fell for.
And I was
falling for again.
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