The Bad Boy I Love

Chapter-6

"Gummy bear, wake up!" someone desperately tried to rouse me. I kept my eyes closed, determined to cling to my beauty sleep. Then, I felt a persistent shake, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to find Matt standing there.

"Why do you always have to ruin my sleep?" I groaned.

"Get your lazy butt up. Go home and get ready, or you'll be late to school," Matt proclaimed with an amused expression.

"Fine, fine," I sighed dramatically, driving back home. Luckily, no one was there to witness my morning chaos. I speedily got ready and dashed off to school, hoping to defy the clock.

As I strolled through the hallways, when, out of the blue, an arm draped itself around my shoulders. Looking up, I discovered it was Raymond and the boys passed a small smile. Before I could react, Blake swooped in, snatching me to his side with a firm grip on my waist, casting a menacing glare at Raymond. Surprisingly, I didn't mind; I was practically getting accustomed to them. e had been hanging out a lot lately, forming an unexpected bond.

Blake's arm remained firmly around my waist, earning us disapproving glares from some girls in the hallway, but Blake seemed completely unfazed. We headed to class with Blake's arm still firmly in place.

The classes were predictably dull, and lunch finally graced us with its presence, I eagerly made my way to the cafeteria, I sauntered my way to the cafeteria. However, my lunch plans took an unexpected detour when I got whisked away into the janitor's room by an invisible force with a grip so tight that I let out a hiss, not exactly what I had planned for lunch entertainment.

The lights flickered on, and before I could comprehend what was happening, a resounding slap sent me teetering on the brink of a close encounter with the floor. As I regained my composure, there she was, Cassandra.

"What the heck, Cassandra?" I snapped back, not about to play the victim. If anyone thought I was some naive pushover, they had another thing coming.

"Can't you see that he's mine, bitch?" she yelled, fury in her eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't act as if you don't know."

"Are you mad? What are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Blake. HE IS MINE. Stay away from him, otherwise, the whole school will get to know about your secret." She smirked and left. I stood there, rooted to the spot, processing her bizarre threat. Uncontrollable tears welled up, reminding me of the painful memories. The weight of her words echoed in my mind, reopening wounds I thought were healing. The only thing I could think to do was run. So, I rushed to my car, drove home, locked myself in my room, and let the tears flow freely.

When weight of the world became too much to bear., I sought solace in the familiar embrace of the hill. It was my haven, a place where the wind carried away my troubles and the rustling leaves whispered solace. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

I left my phone at home, intentionally disconnecting from the world, and sat in quiet contemplation, surrounded by the comforting embrace of nature. The hill, with its panoramic view, had become witness to my joys and sorrows.

Lost in my thoughts, time slipped away like grains of sand and I decided to return home. When I arrived, there stood Blake, waiting near my porch. His eyes reflected a mix of concern and relief as he saw me, and without a word, he engulfed me in a tight hug.

"Where were you, Princess? I was scared," Blake's voice resonated with genuine concern.

"I just wanted some alone time, Blake," I replied, my gaze fixed on the ground.

"Princess." he said, and as I looked up into his eyes, I could sense the depth of his worry. "What happened, Princess? Tell me the truth." His tone became firm, laced with a hint of anger.

And so, I began to recount the events, sharing everything except the part where Cassandra had used my past to threaten and torment me. The weight of unspoken words lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension between us.

"I am sorry, Princess. It's all because of me," Blake apologised, enveloping me in a warm hug. Our foreheads touched, and his breath danced on my face. Slowly, he leaned in, our lips nearly grazing, until he couldn't resist any longer. Suddenly, his lips crashed onto mine. I stood there, initially stunned, not sure what to do, but soon responded, losing myself in the unexpected sweetness of the moment. Blake had just stolen my first kiss. As we pulled apart to catch our breath, our foreheads remained touching, a shared warmth lingering between us.

"Now go and sleep, Princess. I won't let anything happen to you." he whispered, breaking the peaceful silence.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Princess." His lips gently brushed against my forehead before he drove off into the night, leaving me standing on my porch, I couldn't shake off the surreal feeling of his lips on mine. With a mix of disbelief and warmth, I retreated to my room.

Did he really just kiss me? The sensation of his lips on mine lingered, creating a whirlwind of emotions within me. Why did I respond to that kiss? What is he doing to me? Why do I feel this way? A cascade of questions flooded my mind, each one a testament to the unexpected and confusing turn my life had taken. The only certainty was the soft imprint of his kiss on my forehead, a lingering reminder of the unexpected sweetness that had unfolded.

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So yaaaayyy! Finally Blake and Crystal kissed. Suggest me some shipname.

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-Love J.