Dangerous (BoyxBoy)

Dangerous- Chapter 1: The Breakup

"Natalie, I already told you to leave!"

"What did I do? I thought you said you would always love me!"

Jeremy stood by the open door of his mansion, folding his arms and waiting for his ex-girlfriend to walk away. His ex Natalie stood bawling her eyes out as she tried to hug him, yell at him, and scream that she thought he was the one. She was a short beautiful girl with blonde long hair, sun-kissed skin, blue eyes, and a yummy body; there was never one guy in the entire school of Bridge wood that would break up with her, well, at least with the exception of Jeremy McColign. He irately raised his fingers to the bridge of his nose and pinched it, getting annoyed with the squeaky voice that would escape Natalie's lips as she argued.

"You are the first guy I've ever loved! All the other ones never meant anything to me, it was only you!"

He stepped back in disgust as Natalie tried but failed again to wrap her arms around him, she glowered and cried,

"You were the only one I told about never having s*x! I lost my virginity to you! And you're just going to throw me aside like this?"

Jeremy's temper got that best of him and he smirked,

"You think you're the first one to do that for me? I had tons, loads of girls who lost it to me! Even during our f*****g relationship bitch."

Okay, that was cruel, he knew that, but once his anger got the best of him, he couldn't let go. It was almost like her heart, her body broke down into a thousand pieces until nothing was left. Yep, Jeremy McColign once again broke another girl. Almost dazed, Natalie grabbed her purse off the nice leather seat next to her and walked out the open front doors, not looking back as steady streams gushed down her red cheeks. Jeremy felt bad of course, but he knew that the feeling would disappear, like the pain from getting your arm punched from a friend. It always went away, and he knew that made him a monster, but really, he just didn't care.

He hummed one of his favorite songs, Stone Cold, before closing his front doors and walking to the entrance of his kitchen. As you can tell, his parents were wealthy, something that most people couldn't look past, what with all the luxurious cars, furniture, and clothes. Jeremy's father was a CEO while his mother also worked as a well-paid manager for a modeling industry. They hardly had time to look after Jeremy as he was growing up, so what they did was buy a very expensive mansion with 6 rooms and 4 bathrooms, and a couple of maids and a chef who tended to Jeremy's ever will, no matter how arrogant or insignificant they were.

As Jeremy stood by the entrance, he got a whiff of his favorite snack in the entire world, apple pie. He walked through and saw his chef, a very big woman with red hair, big brown eyes, and Russian accent opening an oven and taking out the heaven. She looked back and cracked a smile, placing the delights on a marbled counter right next to an expensive looking refrigerator.

"Hello, dear! I heard Natalie was coming today so I decided to prepare a little something for the two of you."

Jeremy sat at the dining table and smiled sarcastically at his chef, not wanting to spill the beans just yet. First, he wanted pie.

"Oh, she's such a wonderful girl! You know, I really think she can finally be the one." She rinsed her hands in the sink before grabbing a towel and wiping them off, she then took a kitchen knife the size of her forearm and started cutting the gooey masterpiece, Jeremy's mouthwatering throughout the entire process.

"I mean, I know you men and your constant need for fun and freedom, but I really thought it mature of you when you said you both would last in a relationship."

Jeremy nodded absent mind-ally as a piece of apple pie was now in front of him, its crust perfectly golden brown and its inside a mush of caramel delight. For some reason, it reminded him a lot of Natalie. He took a bite and receded into his chair with pleasure, the taste making him tingle. He sometimes thought to himself that he liked the taste of the treat a little too much, but as said before, he didn't give a flying s**t.

"How is it?" Jeremy swallowed, and didn't answer her question, but instead bluntly said,

"I broke up with Natalie." The chef's mouth dropped and she gave a look of sympathy before turning around. Jeremy watched as she went over to the sink and washed the few remaining plates without saying a word. The one person he really hated to disappoint, believe it or not, was the chef; even though he tried to subside any type of emotions whatsoever. His eyebrows creased in the middle as he said,

"Look, it was bound to happen. She just wasn't my type." The chef turned around, rolling her eyes as she settled her hands above her waist. She insisted,

"Okay, then Jeremy, what is your type? You've dated all the types and haven't found one person you'd like to spend more than a month with. "

She shook her head.

"I just don't know what you want from a young woman in a relationship. She was perfect for you! Beautiful, smart, and creative!"

Jeremy's anger once again got the best of him. He didn't like to put a label on his actions and he always thought it was a normal thing to not know what he wanted. He hated people telling him who seemed perfect for him, and who he should maybe leave alone. He growled,

"First of all, you don't know who's perfect for me so don't go there. You still work for me so next time, choose your words more carefully."

In a second the chef bowed her head down in shame and a series of apologizes escaped her mouth. Jeremy felt bad about what he had said, but he hated when people stepped over boundaries. He finally convinced himself that it was her fault.

In the midst of her blubbering, the chef said,

"Your father said he would be coming to visit today to check up. I'm sorry, I told him about your girlfriend Natalie and he wants to meet her."