Mr BadBoy And I | COMPLETED

C H A P T E R S I X T E E N

   ■  This is to good to be true  ■

My heart was racing, I stood there frozen like a ice statue, Ace too had stopped what he was doing and froze.

I heard the sound of Dad's keys rattling, Chantelle you don't move now you both are going to get caught. My conscious screamed at me. I was trying to run over to Ace and grab him.

But my feet weren't working. Ace slowly looked around at me, probably expecting me to have a plan. I hesitantly nod my head back for him walk towards me.

He did as soon as I did, "Follow me." I whisper, I finally really force myself to move and quickly walk up the stairs.

As soon as we make it to my bedroom door, I heard the front door open and Dad's drunken groans echo. I push Ace's back to get into the room, before I enter and shut the door silently.

"That was close." I huff out in relief.

He looks down at me, even though his facial expression didn't show relief, I knew he was.

"Mm." He just hums in response, before turning around and walking over to my bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, seeing your dad is home, I can't go, I gotta stay for a while." He shrugs before sitting on it.

"It doesn't mean you have to sit on my bed." I roll my eyes.

"Actually it does, you don't really have other comfortable sitting spots in here." He clarified, sarcasm rolled out of his mouth.

I just huffed out in annoyance and walked over to my desk, where I pulled out my and sat there, over from him. I keep my eye contact down on the floor, as I hear my Dad banging cupboards and god knows what else downstairs.

This was embarrassing. I didn't want Ace to find out anything about my dad or my life. Yet here we were, he was totally going to find out.

I could feel his stare on me, I know I knew him for a good couple of weeks, and I should get comfortable under his stare, but I just don't. Especially after that thing on the news and him wanting to leave as soon as I brought it up. Was he really apart of this? Was he apart of a gang?

"Kitten," His voice soon comes over my thoughts about it all. I look up slowly at him. "Something's bugging you, isn't it?"

"No." I shake my head. He raises a brow at my answer. "Fine, maybe."

"What is it?" He furrows his eyebrows, there he goes again, wanting to know everything.

I can't say I was annoyed though, I did do the same with him. Asked too many questions. But what can I say Im a curious person.

"It's nothing." I look down at the ground knowing to well a frown was forming onto my face.

"You sure about that?" He asks again, which ticked me off.

"Look Ace don't expect me to tell you anything about my personal life, because frankly I'm not telling you a thing if you're not going to tell me anything about you." I state in a quiet voice.