BAD BOY SAVED (female pov)

Sketchpad

We ended up walking to the pizza joint back on his campus and grabbing a few slices to go. He told me it wasn't as good as the barbecue chicken pizza back at home but he supposed it was a close second, although he didn't sound very convincing. The boy is very passionate about his pizza. Then he took me back to his dorm with the pizza box in tow.

"Hey" Reece said from her bed, she was already tucked up and sleeping by the looks of things and I think we disturbed her.

"Hey Reece, just grabbing some things and then we're going out again." She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes looking really drowsy.

"You want some pizza?" I offered holding the box out to her. Liams eyes shot to me without Reece seeing and I could see the disapproval in his face. Clearly he didn't want to share.

"No thanks, where are you going?" Reece asked.

Liam grabbed two hoodies from his closet and threw one in my direction. I caught it and slipped it on, inhaling the beautiful scent Liams clothes all naturally had. He slipped his own hoodie on and then grabbed his art sketch pad from the side.

"The pier, don't wait up." Liam said before pulling me out of the door by my hand. I followed behind him quickly, not having enough time to say goodbye to Reece.

The pier was a few minutes walk from Stanford, not even that. Liams college was practically sitting on the beach. It was a lovely beach with the most lush sand that your feet sunk into and in the daylight the water was crystal clear but at night it reflected the stars and moon above and everything just felt romantic.

"Do you bring all the girls here?" I joked as Liam shoved a huge slice of pizza into his mouth.

He chewed on it rapidly trying to free his mouth so he could reply and I giggled to myself because I timed that question awfully. After a few tense bites he finally swallowed.

"No, but I have brought Jordan on a hot date here once, he didn't put out though." Liam teased.

"Lucky you." I laughed.

Liam picked up the black sketch pad and held his fingers spread over the top. The excitement built up inside of me and I don't know why I was looking forward to seeing his drawings so much. Sure I knew they would be good but they're just drawings.

"Can I ask you something?" His eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Sure." I said matching his amusement.

"Would you let me read your journal?" My smile fell because I knew exactly what he was doing.

I scoffed on instinct, as if. "No." I said straight.

"Even if you lost a bet?" He questioned further.

"I would never agree to those terms, my journal is private." I knew what he was getting at here but I could also see by the amusement on his face that he didn't take it all too seriously. I think he was just toying with me.

"Why? You're only writing what you did in the day. Dear diary, today I ate macaroni and painted my nails." Liam put on a mocking voice, I think he was trying to do my voice but it sounded nothing like me. I burst out laughing.

"I don't just write about what I did in the day, I write about how I felt when I was doing those things... I write about how you make me feel and that is why I wouldn't want you to read it." I could feel my cheeks turning pink and I hoped he didn't notice thanks to the darkness around us.

He took a deep breath "Well this is my journal." He smiled shyly.

"Are you trying to get out of your bet Mr Maines?" My brows furrowed playfully at him.