Converting the Bad Boy ✔

Chapter 9

Another long chapter to satisfy your CTBB thirst ;) I had to rewrite this a couple times since I wasn't happy with it, so I would've updated earlier but oh well. Happy reading!

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Buzzzzzz

No.

Buzzzzzz

This was not happening.

Buzzzzzz

I groaned, rolling to my side and blinking at the radio's glowing red digits. It was 1:03am, way too early to be receiving a phone call. And way too late too.

I slapped my hand out to my bedside table and blindly snatched my phone, barely even glancing at the caller ID as I slid my finger over the green Accept option.

"This better be worth interrupting my precious sleep," I mumbled. I realized that I sounded like Morgan Freeman, so I cleared my throat, which was thick from barely two hours of sleep, and said, "Hello?" There we go.

I could hear chatter and music in the background of my caller's voice, and then a familiar voice whisper, "Mariam."

"Yaz?" I straightened up, wondering what was going on. It was Saturday night, (well, it was technically Sunday now) meaning she would be at Aidan's eighteenth birthday bash, the first party of the year, along with Theo and Denise.

"Mariam, I need you to come pick us up," Yaz said in a louder and more urgent tone. The music became muffled and suddenly her voice was echoing. Was she in a bathroom? "Like, now."

"What? I thought Alex was your ride." Alex had offered to drop them off at Aidan's house for the party, according to what Theo had told me yesterday.

"Well, he can't make it," Yaz replied in exasperation. "He's not answering his phone and Theo mentioned him going clubbing or something...Look, can you just come here? I really need you."

"Yaz, I can't just come, it's one a.m. and I can't drive," I hissed, aware that my sister was sleeping in the room next to me, and I didn't want her to wake up with my phone call.

"Just get Nasr to pick us up! Please?" Yaz pleaded.

"Why can't you just get your brother to drive you guys home?" I asked.

"I can't do that, he'll tell my parents!" Yaz cried.

"Wait, your parents don't know where you are?"

"Of course not! I told them I was sleeping over at yours!" Yaz sounded frantic.

"Wait, Yaz, why did you tell them that?" I hated lying more than anything.

"I had to, okay? They trust you, and I couldn't miss going to Aidan's birthday party. Just please come. Theo got into a fight with Aidan and Denise..." Yaz trailed off, and the music got louder, making my ears ring so I held my phone at a considerable distance, lowering the volume. It definitely sounded like a party over there. I heard Yaz shout, "Denise! Get off the table!"

Yep, Yaz definitely needed my help.

"Oh, God. Okay, I'm coming, alright? Text me the address." I hung up with a sigh, swinging my feet out of bed and tip-toeing down the hall. I didn't even bother putting on shoes because that would just make me even louder, and I wasn't ready to face my parents at this hour, questioning my actions, because I was still questioning them myself. Was I really about to sneak out of the house to help my friends? You bet I was.