Falling for the Badboy in Black

two

Chapter 2

“You know, you really bring a whole new meaning to the saying ‘you can take a horse to water but you can't make him drink’” Britt screamed through the bathroom door which was really loud when you take into account that we had music blasting.

I had just gotten out of the shower which she had rushed to first after our trip to the mall. I hadn't minded much because I had preferred just flopping onto my bed and snuggling with my pillow until she finished

My day had been much busier than expected, so I couldn’t wait to get out of the mall fast enough. I really hated being in the mall, especially on a weekend because there were too many faces, people bumping into you to get all of their shopping done, teenagers meeting up with other teenagers, people going on dates and it was loud.

So loud and overwhelming, and as that thought filled my mind, I realized I was preparing to go into a trap similar to that, except it would be with people I went to school with every day.

I put on my underwear before I walked out as Britt was curling her hair into beautiful locks, more touching up as she had done it this morning before the game.

I remembered a time when I felt weird having anyone see me close to naked, even my mom, and somehow with Britt, she made me feel comfortable in my own skin. I didn’t have her athletic, toned body but I didn’t hate my body either.

It was quite average to say the least but I loved it and she was partially to thank for that with always dishing me with compliments. I really appreciated our friendship, and for awhile I had told her that at least once a week, but she told me to cut it out.

I wondered if I were to get a boyfriend if I would thank him for being with me...

“What are you talking about?” I questioned in response to her as I entered.

Her back was turned to me as she focused on her hair in the mirror.

She briefly glanced over her shoulder, “You! You are the horse that I took to all the best stores in the best mall in our town and you didnt take advantage of it. I can’t believe you only bought two dresses, I love you and say this with the utmost care but your wardrobe needs an update”

I knew the update part was true so I wasnt offended, but I didn’t need fancy dresses. The second one was a spare in case the school decided to host something to raise funds. I usually didn't go to prom so buying any more would have felt like a waste. It wasn’t like there were many options to choose from either when they had decided on a blue and white theme that I felt made me look washed out.

“Should I have splurged on five like you did?” I laughed as I saw all five draped out on my bed but knew she would probably wear all of them within the month.

We spent most of our time together at my house because it gave us more privacy.

It wasn’t like her dad would come barging into her room, but we could be as loud and annoying in my empty home courtesy of my parents' business trips. Also, I hated being alone here and there, other time's I didn’t mind it because even though I loved my best friend she could be a lot at times, and she knew it as well. I was an introvert who needed to recharge her battery.

“Maybe, the other one suited you so well. With your golden locks, it would have made you look like an Angel” She sighed seeming disappointed in my lack of splurging as I took a seat at the vanity as she she started on my hair.

“I don’t want to look like anything” I shrugged but smiled as I saw the beautiful curl form in my hair before I stared back at myself in the mirror.

I remembered loving my green eyes because I felt like they made me special for most of my life, but that was when I believed just having special features would make you popular. I mean, being drop-dead gorgeous got you a seat at the cool table, but you also needed to have something to offer them, and I just didn’t have the social energy to keep up with it. I always admired how Brittany could put up with them when she really wasn’t like them in so many ways, and she never changed who she was to fit in. She just adapted when needed and even though she often chose a different path to them, like being friends with me, they didnt condemn her for it.

“Unfortunately for you, you have to look like something and wouldn’t you prefer it to be an angel?” She traced a halo playfully above my head before she continued playing fairy godmother to me.

“So, you don’t like the dresses I picked?” I stared at her in the mirror but she immediately shook her head.

“I wouldn’t have let you leave if I didn’t like them and didn’t think that you looked great in both of them. I just want you to get out of your comfort zone, so flare dresses wasn’t really what I was thinking.” She shrugged.

“Going to this party is already me being out of my comfort zone so I wont be squeezing into a tight dress” I rolled my eyes even though I wasn’t really annoyed because I knew what she would have preferred.

“You’re right. Maybe for your next one, you will be a little more daring” She smirked, and I gave her a blank stare as I raised my middle finger, which only caused her to giggle.

I hoped I would survive the night.

**

Loud would have seemed to be the theme of the day for me…

I went from a cheering crowd at a football game to a noisy mall, and currently, I was in my crush’s house as the music blasted so loud it felt like the walls were shaking.

It wasn't my first time in Tommys house, I had been over alot when I was alittle because our parents were friends. I wasnt sure when or why the play dates stopped, maybe as we got older.

I had left Britt’s side as she played beer pong outside in the garden with the rest of the jocks and cheerleaders, to find the bathroom, which was fine because we would be walking home anyway.

I had thankfully located it as soon as I wandered upstairs and almost been interrupted by a couple making out. Luckily for me, I had remembered to lock the door which had sent them tumbling onto the bathroom floor as I opened it. It hadn't really stopped them because they had continued sucking each other’s face while I politely stepped over them to exit.

I walked towards the staircase as darkness filled the house while the strobe lights flashed, there was a lot going on and just staring at people doing karaoke, playing games, dancing made me tired.

I turned around and walked back down the other hallway to seek safety from the craziness of what was called a high school party beneath me.

The first door was locked and I had a feeling it was his parents room, the second door further down was unlocked but had people on the bed who again weren’t alarmed by my entry so I silently closed the door.

I felt like Goldilocks as I walked towards the third door at the end of the hallway, upon closer examination I realized there was a warning sign that stated DO NOT ENTER on the bedroom door.

I immediately turned away from the door because the rule follower in me told me to do so, but Britt’s voice of me needing to push myself out of my comfort zone echoed.

I knew I didn’t want to go back down into the chaos so possibly risking my life by breaking the rule of the warning sign in front of me weirdly seemed like the better option and maybe me being a bit of a lightweight had something to do with it too.

I guess in that part I had asked myself what would Britt do, and I knew she would have barged into the room and owned it against whatever was on the other side of the door.

I let the curious side of me that I usually ignored win and started approaching the door once again. I told myself that if it was locked I would accept my fate and return to the party downstairs.

It wasn’t.

Despite the sign on the door, the handle easily turned and I took a deep breath as I opened the door widely just in case something was ready to attack me. I peeked with my one eye as I had unintentionally closed my eyes as I braced for the attack, but there was nothing.

The room was empty.

By empty I meant there was no human or monster which I could see.

I slowly entered with precaution due to the sign, but I didn’t see why there had been one as the room looked like one of my parents' guest rooms. Everything was pretty neat and in order, it didnt even look like it belonged to anyone.

There wasn’t anything personal…

“What are you doing in my room?” A low voice was heard behind me which snapped me from my examination of what I thought would be a room fit for Halloween and I felt the hairs on my neck stand up.

I jumped in an attempt to create some distance between me and the source before I turned around to see a figure in the doorway. The lamp being the only thing on made it hard to see his features, but I didn’t recognize the boy's voice that stood before me.

He was dressed in black and wore a hoodie as well…

“I’m sorry I was… I er… was looking for a quiet place” I nervously glanced around and suddenly regretted ever having left my comfort zone for the night.

“You came to a party to look for a quiet place?” The question sounded rude, but the tone contained more amusement than anything else, which helped me confirm it was a teenage boy whose room I was in.

I was slightly relieved because the thought of it being a burglar I had unintentionally stumbled upon had crossed my mind.

“More like dragged by my best friend who I lost in the shuffle of it all…” I wavered and glanced around the room, mostly wondering how I was going to get my exit when he was blocking it.

He moved closer, and I noticed a smirk forming as the bottom half of his face was revealed to me, “Georgia Myers still being dragged around by her popular best friend. Some things never change around here...”

My eyebrows rose as soon as my name fell from his lips.

“How… How do you know my name?” This was probably the part in the scary movie where I would fear being murdered but whatever fear there was at being alone in a room with a stranger was replaced by surprise that the stranger knew me.

He scoffed, “Figures”

“Figures what?” I questioned in return even though he seemed to be talking more to himself than me.

“Why wouldn’t I know your name?” He questioned as if it were the most obvious thing to know, which made me shift on my feet.

“Because I’m mostly known as Britt’s friend.” It was a nice way to put it to spare myself the embarrassment of what I was really called, ‘Britt’s loser friend’.

“Nothing changes around here...” He chuckled, and something about the sound of it warmed something inside of me that I couldn’t place.

“What do you…”

“You really don’t remember me?” The surprise in his voice almost sounded like he was offended.

I felt bad.

“Well, it is quite dark in here and…”

He moved towards me which caused my words to fail me as I became aware of how close he was to me which led to me having to peek up if I wanted to stare at him but I focused on his chest instead.

“How about a reminder then?”

“What do you…”

Before I could question the kind of reminder, his lips were on mine.

Instead of pushing him off or alarms going off in my head I was more focused on how soft his lips felt moving against mine and how his single arm wrapped around my body to bring me towards him.

“You’re allowed to kiss me back if you want” he whispered into my lips, and I did because for some reason, I hadn’t liked him stopping.

I enjoyed the feeling.

My eagerness might have had something to do with Brittany’s voice in my head when I had complained about not being French kissed. As soon as the thought filled me, I found myself parting my lips, which he took as an invitation to do just that. I didn’t really know what to do, and I hoped he couldn’t feel my heart racing, but I was sure he could.

How long was a kiss supposed to last? I wouldn't if I should have been counting...

I hadn’t thought to ask Britt’s advice on it, which was a huge mistake on my part, but I had honestly given up on it happening.

Nobody wanted to be seen with me, let alone kiss me.

“A little tense, but luckily for you there is time for improvement” He whispered into my lips as he straightened up slowly.

“Huh?”

He chuckled again but removed all contact from me as he slowly seemed to retreat out of the room creating more distance between us and allowing all the blood to rush to my face as I took in what had just happened.

He glanced over his shoulder as he stood in the doorway once again, “You are welcome to use my room as your quiet place as long as you wish, Georgia Myers!”

And with that, gone was the guy with the hood who had just stolen my proper first kiss, and I had let him.