Thorns of Roses

Bad Guy

Song for this Chapter:

Everything has Changed-Taylor Swift featuring Ed Sheeran

CHAPTER 28

CORINNE

Blaze took me to Art Class after I retouched my make-up just because I ugly cried in front of him again. I have to keep my emotions at bay especially when he's in front of me. But there is something about him that makes you feel safe and okay, when in fact it is the opposite because he is the bad guy.

Maybe it has something to do with his bulky body and fearless expression not giving a damn in the world he's living in, Does he? I mean does he didn't care at all?

I thought I could be strong and pretend it was okay once I saw Carina and Diesel together. But the joke is on me, because apparently, I can't. I know there will be many more opportunities and times when the three of us will be together in the same place, I can't avoid that. But I have to try my very best to avoid as much as I can until I can handle facing them together without becoming emotional or showing the pain I feel. I was just hoping that when that time comes, I can look directly into their eyes and smile without tears falling from my eyes.

I was once read some quote in a book, that time I didn’t even feel the heaviness of the word until it happened to me, it says;

“I lost someone I never had, yes it hurts, just as bad.”

Now, I feel the hurt and weight of every word of that quote in every fiber of my bone.

I did not escape the judgmental eyes of my classmates in Art Class when they saw that Blaze walked me in our class and even told me that he would drive me home. You see, Blaze Mayhem is a f*****g f**k boy, but you will never see him stick with the same girl much less date someone. So, when Gian told me that she and Blaze secretly dated, I could hardly believe it. Or it could be that he is really dating but he prefers to keep it a secret like Gian's. But we never saw him walking someone to her classroom, driving someone to her house, kissed in the hallway and sit with some girl in the cafeteria. So, if our schoolmates are surprised by the gesture Blaze is making with me today, I am even more surprised, Honestly. Too much for fake dating, right? Or is it too obvious that we are some two plastic idiots trying to fool everyone? If my Father cannot be fooled by our fake relationship. Much fewer other people, right?

I still can't read what's going on in Blaze's mind, it's like trying to decode the sick mind of Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer, or I'm just over acting when it comes to him. Or am I just too scared of him? I don't know. I don't know what his intentions are, why he asked me to participate in our fake relationship or the merger. I don't even know if it's true that he likes me or is fascinated by me. I don't know if he has other plans just to prevent our wedding from happening in five weeks’ time. Honestly, I have no idea. As in my mind right now is blank as if I'm just letting the waves take me where they want to go. Where the wind will take me.

The class starts and Professor McNeil announced that our live painting will happening tomorrow and we needed someone who’s willing to participate and be our live model.

I was thinking of Diesel, how I want to paint him, naked in front of me. Eyes on mine.

I sighed knowing that it will never happen.

The class ended I didn't realize it, but I noticed that my classmates hadn't made an effort to leave the classroom, which they don't often do. Professor McNeil called me to check on to the sculpture that I will use in the annual exhibit this year, and I figured out that I have one ability and that is to lie. I made her believe that my sculpture is going okay, and in reality, it doesn't. I am lacking in inspiration and right now I am really lazy to do anything else but to sleep to escape reality.

Professor McNeil dismissed me and I was about to leave the room when my classmates blocked the door, at first, I thought they were going to bully me again, but they didn’t.

"Corinne--" Amy starts, and she looks awkwardly embarrassed.

“Yeah, what is it?” I pressed.

“Are you dating Blaze?”

That’s what I thought, I know they were all just curious. In fact, they have no other reason to talk to me.

“Yeah.” I bit my cheeks inside my lip to contain the awkwardness, I am a bad liar.

“Is there any chance you can persuade him to participate in our live painting tomorrow?” She cringed. “If that’s okay with you, I mean we have to draw and paint him naked.”

“Yeah—” I don’t know what to say, but Blaze’s been pestering me for him to be my subject in this event, but I don’t know if the offer still stands today. “I mean, I don’t mind. But I’m going to ask him.”

“Hey, Corinne. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like were taking this opportunity to see him naked, it’s not like that. But even our male classmates wanted Blaze to be they’re subject for tomorrow because he’s the best fit, I guess.” Patty added.

I nod, knowing exactly what they meant, Blaze really looks like some Greek god straight from Greek mythology, but I have my other prospect and that wasn’t him. Maybe for some, it is Blaze.

“Yeah, I know. I try to talk to him about it.” I smiled at them, and they smiled at me too.

Consider this as one of the perks of dating the Mafia Prince, everyone will instantly love you or just like even if they will talk about you behind your back.

George put his hand on my shoulder “You’re so lucky you’re dating him.”

I smiled awkwardly “It wasn’t that great, trust me.” I pretend to look at my watch and act like I need to be somewhere “Hey, I need to go. But I promise I will try to drag him here tomorrow.”

They all laughed, fake.

I smiled to all of them, flakily.

What goes around comes around, eh?

It wasn't hard to catch Blaze after class because he told me he would take me home. I found him standing and leaning on the hood of his car taking a smoke in the parking lot. I swear, the cigarette will be the reason he dies. I am not against people who smoke, but lately I see him taking too much smoke every day, and why the f**k do I care? Even if he dies from a cigarette or a horse kicks him, I don't care.

His eyes find mine instantly, he took a long drag and smiles at me. f**k, that’s hot.

I clear my throat and swallowed hard and took a stride towards him.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“What?”

"Why does it seem you have something to tell me that you don't know how?"

I hate him.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Reading my mind.” I told him as matter of fact kind of way.

He chuckles “Can’t stop it. I can read you easily and yet you’re stays as a mystery at the same time.”

“Always so cryptic.” I sighed “Anyway, do you remember your offer about you being a live model in our art class?”

He nods and took a hit of smoke again “Yeah, why?”

“So, my classmates were asking me if you can be our live model for tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.”

“I have a football practice tomorrow but I am sure I can make an arrangement.”

I tried to hide my smile and clear my throat “That’s good.”

“Am I going to be naked all the way down?”

I nod and suddenly the air is thick “Yep. So, I advise you not to make it stood up.” I point in his p***s that made him laugh and took some attention. I covered his mouth to stop him.

“Stop it.” I roll my eyes.

“How can I stop myself not to get hard when you’re f*****g there, Rosie?” He smirks.

Rosie, that’s what he used to call me when we’re younger.

“This is bad idea—” I am about to get away from him when he took me on my waist with just one hand and made me lean face to face with him, I can feel his hard on “Feel that? Just by being so quirky and bitchy at me makes me f*****g hard for you, baby.”

“Just at least try your best not to. This is important to me.”

He smirks “You’re learning already how you really works with me, huh?”

He put his head on the nape of my neck, burying his lips on it. I am sure when the principal sees us, we will be punished for publicly displaying our affection. This man can’t keep his hands to himself.

“Aren’t you a possessive type?”

“What?” I pressed and try to release myself from his hold to no avail.

“Is it okay for you for other girls to see me naked?”

“Nah, I am fine. I am an artist and I know how things like that works.” I told him.

“Yeah, but I can assure you everyone, boy or girl inside that art room wanted to have a taste.” He smirks and I just looked at him, and he is in fact a gorgeous looking man. A very fine man.

Maybe I am lucky that I am marrying this boy, I am lucky of the boy isn’t a murdered until proven not guilty.

“I am sure there’s something going on inside your head.” That was supposed to be an insult but I can see that he didn’t even mind.

“Yeah. It’s you naked underneath me, moaning my name. wanted to get f**k hard and rough.”

I smack him on his shoulder and he laughed, finally he released me to take another drag of his cigarette. “Now, my smoke’s gone. You’re a perfect distraction, Rosie.”

“Am I?”

He leans closer and by the looks of it, I am sure he’s going to kiss me.

I closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to touch mine but it didn’t happen, in fact I was greeted by a husky chuckle and my eyes wide opened. This f*****g asshole is hopping inside his car now, leaving me. “Come on now, Rosie. We have a date tonight.”

“f**k you.” I mutter and he laughed again.

Don’t get me wrong, I still hate him. And I still love diesel.

But maybe he’s like a cigarette to me, just like what I am to him, he’s a f*****g good distraction.

We’re both broken, might as well try to enjoy the chaos, right?