Bad Boy Stole my wave (Old Version)

29 Think About

On Monday morning I wake up and go through my normal routine, only without my mum because she was on a business trip, and brought Jack with her.
Thank god.
It's not that I don't love my brother, of corse I do. Just he can be a right pain in the ass.

Anyway, I ended up getting a ride with Nick, which probably won't end well, because I don't have my own car yet.

I just pray his not in an extra teasing mood or bring a girl to snog her face off.

As I walk out, surprised at what I see.
Nick on his own in his car.

"You coming or what princess?" He starts up the car.

"I don't want to." I say.

"See you at school then." He shouts as he drives off.

Damn.

I run off after the car, thanking God that I'm ok at cross country.

"Hey!" I shout.

He stops as I catch up to him.
"I'm sorry did you want a lift?" He say sarcastically.

"Yes, you cocky basted." I mutter getting in and realising that the more I've been here the more I've sworn.

Oops?

"Keep talking like that and I'll be the one saying language." He points out.

"Just go." And we do.

This is going to be one long ride.

Most of the ride is silent so I just put my ear phones in and hum along to Ed sheeran.

"Ed sheeran? Thought you were a more rocky type." Nick says.

"Some people surprise you." I say as we turn round the corner.
"You can stop here." I say before we turned the corner to the road of our school.

He stops and looks at me confused.
"Why?"

"Wouldn't want to ruin you bad boy credit, would we?" I get out, but my hands tugged back by his.

"Doubt that will happen, get back in."

"Do I have to?" I moan.

"Yes, or I may just tell your mummy you've been a naughty girl." I laugh at his sarcasm.

"Says the bad boy." I joke.

"Exactly, I know what bad people are like." He mocks.

"Well I'm not a bad person, so you don't know what I'm like."

"I know you well enough." He parks and we get out.

"Yeah? Tell me something about me, I don't know." We keep walking.

"Well for starters, when you are talking to someone in the morning, you usually forget you go straight to your locker first thing." He says turning around to the direction of my locker.

I laugh, "Ok... But what about something else? Like something I'm scared of it something I like."

"Well we all know what you like. Your an open book with that sort of thing." He makes a remark.

"Something I'm scared of then, or I don't like." I reply as he stops and looks at me.

"You don't like me." He point out.

"Obvious, something else."

"Your scared of dying." He says.

"Everyone dies sooner or later in life. There's nothing to be scared of." I gulp. "I'm not scared, no one should be."

There's silence for a minuet as we look into each other's eyes.

"What I'm really scared of is heights." I point out breaking the silence.

He starts to walk again. "Come with me."  So we walk.
We walk up the stairs until he stops us.
"Look out the window."

"No, I told you. I'm scared of heights."

"Do it." He takes a step closer to me. "Do. It."

There was something about the way he said it and look at me that made me trust him so much for me to do it.

I look out the window and gulp at the sight.
All I see is a blurry drop.
Some sort of oblivion.
I close me eyes, tight.

"Now tell me what you saw." He says as I look back at him.

I stay silent.

"What you saw was a height, am I right?" I nod.
"A height that you could fall from."
I nod again.
"So your not scared of the height. Your scared of what it could do to you.... Your scared of death"

I look at him almost speechless.

His right.

"How... How are you right?"

"I always am kitty. Plus I'm in top sets, just like you."
The bell rings. "Let's go."

We make our way to class and all the way through all I can think about is what he said.

When did he become so smart?

He acts so dumb and cocky.
That was a completely different side of him.

I find myself looking at him for the end of class.

At his perfect jaw line. His tanned skin and sea blue eyes.

Why am I looking at him?

I ask myself. But I don't seem to stop.

The second bell snaps me out of my trace and brings me to reality.

As I walk to our next class my best friend walks past me.

"You coming round mine tonight, we need to talk." She says as she walks on.

I sigh and let the rest of the day go past thanking God that Alec wasn't here today.
And so the day goes past I learn somethings, look at some one and think of what that some one said.

What am I doing?