F**k, I Fell For The Bad Boy

Chapter 2: Shh! Put a sock in it!

Royce

Okay so maybe leaving Brady there was a bit harsh but could you blame me? He was completely ignoring my efforts and it got to me. How could someone as gorgeous and sweet as him be so f*****g rude.

Honestly it irritated me how he discarded my clear efforts in trying to impress him and I know he'll discard even more of them but that fire he brings keeps me bringing what he's burning.

Right now I was outside the local library where he worked, Melissa told me another way to impress him and I was hoping it would work. I was going to recite Shakespeare as we had a conversation but I didn't even remember who the guy was.

So instead I was going to help him do whatever it is he does. I don't know what about that will impress him but it's worth a shot.

Persistence is key.

I walked inside and took a deep breath before looking for him. Once I found him I smiled to myself. He was wearing my favorite sweater of his. It was a baby blue color with kittens all over it. It was honestly the cutest item of clothing I'd ever seen him in.

I walked up to him as silent as I could, even though he had earphones in I didn't want him to sense my presence. I moved behind him cautiously and tapped his shoulder making him spin around in fright.

I smiled at his red face and he sighed. He pulled out his earphones and threw them over his shoulder. "Would you look who it is." He said with disinterest in his voice. "Listen I know what I did wasn't cool, I'm really sorry I was just mad with you." I said.

"And I'm mad with you right now but I'm not leaving you on a f*****g hill top now am I?" He asked sarcastically making me roll my eyes. "I just want to show you how much I like you." I said with desperation in my voice.

"Listen Royce I won't lie to you, you're hot as s**t and I would date you if we had been in a different situation but this situation right here that we're in. It won't f*****g cut it. As I said on Thursday pretty boys and regular boys don't go together." He explained.

"You actually didn't say that." I said lowly making him roll his eyes. "We're done here." He said before putting his earphones back in. I grumbled and took them out making him groan.

"Royce for f***s sake please leave me alone!" He whisper shouted. "Or what?" I teased making his face go red. "Or I'll leave the f*****g school, then the f*****g country, then the f*****g continent." He said threateningly as he shoved me back against a book shelf.

I smirked, irritating him more. He came closer and looked me dead in the eyes. "What? You don't believe me." He whispered. "Not at all, Brady." I said, my smirk becoming a cocky smile. He groaned again. "I f*****g hate you!" He shouted lowly.

"And why is that my pretty little Braid." I said, biting my lip at how intense this whole situation was becoming. "Don't f*****g call me that you little prick..." He started.

"You, you're so f*****g annoying and all you ever do is annoy me with your perfect face and your perfect body and your perfect green eyes," He continued and put his hands on my chest, pushing me back against the shelf gently.

"And...and...ugh...I just wanna kiss you so bad sometimes," He said, gripping my shirt tightly and pulling me closer to him before letting go.

"But I don't want to because then I'd be kissing a pretty boy and I hate pretty boys!" He shouted loudly making countless 'shushes' go through the shelves of books. "Sorry." He shouted lowly as I laughed.

I continued to laugh at how cute he looked now. He was both embarrassed and irritated. "So I'm perfect huh and that makes you wanna kiss me?" I asked teasingly when I composed myself. He glared at me and huffed. "I didn't say that." He said lowly.

"Why don't you try kissing me, see if you like it." I suggested. "Ha! You're funny." He said as he pulled away from me. I pulled him back making him emit a soft and adorable 'eek'. "I'm serious." I said lowly, keeping my arms right around his waist.

"Royce I don't have time for this I need to work." He said, trying to pull away from me. "Why don't you want to kiss me, you afraid I'll give you cooties?" I teased. "We're not f*****g five years old." He replied still trying to pull away from me.

"Then kiss me." I said trapping him in my gaze. For a second it seemed to be working then he snapped out of it spontaneously. "Oh f**k off." He said before stepping on my foot. I let go of him and opened my mouth to scream but he slapped his hand over my mouth quickly.

"Oh would you look at the time, my shift is over." He said before removing his hand from my lips and pushing the trolley full of books to the front of the library. He's some other type of special.