Living With the Bad Boy

by Sharlay

  LIVING WITH THE BAD BOY

  By Sharlay

  Copyright ©2013

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  LIVING WITH THE BAD BOY is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2013 by Charlene Antrobus

  Dedication

  To God, for blessing me with the ability to create worlds that do not exist and then turn them into words. Without your divine blessings, and love this would be impossible. I thank you, and I love you.

  1. Freaking

  2. Welcome To Our Not So Humble Abode

  3. Pet Names & Revenge Games

  4. Victory...

  5. A Trip To The Movies

  6. The Bra, The Thong & The Little Black Dress

  7. The Plan

  8. Showtime...

  9. Vambamboosals

  10. Cops & Robbers

  11. Stuck Like Glue

  12. Through The Looking Glass

  13. Old Habits Die Hard

  14. Girlfriends & Boyfriends

  15. Chemical Reaction

  16. The Kiss

  17. Facing The Truth

  18. The Date

  19. Running Away

  20. Our Secrets

  21. Absence Makes The Heart Grow Stronger

  22. Acknowledgments

  CHAPTER 1

  Freaking

  “No freaking way!” I screamed.

  “Hey, watch your mouth.”

  “Dad, I already told you that saying ‘freaking’, is not cursing.”

  “It's not?” He replied with a confused face.

  “No,” I said as I began to get frustrated.

  “Well, I still don't like it, so stop saying it,” he replied.

  “Urgh, whatever, anyway, it's still a no,” I said as I continued to wash the last of the dishes.

  “I wasn't asking for your permission, Addy. I was just letting you know,” he replied in a calm voice.

  “Dad, you can't just invite people to stay at our house and think that it's ok. What happened to my say in all of this?”

  “Look, Bill's a friend, and if he, and his kid need a place to stay then I am more than happy for it to be here.”

  “Firstly, his kid is not a kid, he's a fully grown jerk, and secondly, don't they have a family or something that they can stay with?” I asked as I dried my hands. As he walked into the living room, I instantly followed him.

  “That doesn't matter, all that does matter is that he is a friend in need, and we have more than enough room for him, and Caleb to stay,” he said in a firm voice. Usually, my dad was a big softy but his sudden need to stand his ground was becoming utterly annoying.

  “So, the fact that two strange men will be living in the same house as your young, sweet, seventeen year old daughter, isn't a cause for concern?” I said, as I tried to make him feel guilty.

  “Bill is not a strange man, we have been friends for years, and ‘sweet’, is hardly a word that I would use to describe you,” he said as he picked up the paper and began reading it. I knew that he was only doing it so that he could ignore me, since I was standing in front of him.

  “You worked together, that is hardly the same, is it?”

  “Addy, this discussion is over. This is my house, and I decide who stays. I don't want to hear another word from you, is that understood?” He said as he removed the paper from in front of his face, and stared me dead in the eyes.

  “Fine, I'm going out,” I said as I stormed towards the front door.

  “Bye,” my dad said with a slight smirk on his face.

  “Urgh!” I screamed before slamming the door behind me, and jumping into my car. I was so annoyed, why couldn't he ever see things my way? He has had some ridiculous ideas over the years but this, was by far the worst.

  I decided that I needed to talk to Courtney, so I headed to her house. She was only a five minute walk from my house but driving always seemed to help me to let off some steam.

  As I pulled up outside of Courtney's house, I took a moment to breath, and then stepped out of the car. I locked the car door and then placed the keys inside of my light blue, denim jeans before marching towards her front door. I rang the doorbell and waited for a few seconds. It may have been the fact that I was in a bad mood but it seemed like she was taking way too long to answer, so I rang again.

  “Ok, ok, I'm coming!” I heard Courtney shout from behind the door. As she opened it, I stormed in and walked straight into her kitchen. I sat down at the breakfast bar before growling to myself. “Come on in, oh wait, you already did!” I heard her shout, sarcastically from the hall way. “Ok, so what is wrong with you?” She asked as she pulled open the refrigerator door and took out two cans of soda. I opened mine and begin to gulp it down in anger. “So, are you going to tell me what's up or just keep attacking that soda with your mouth?”

  “My dad has invited his friend, and his stupid son to stay at our house!” I screamed before taking another swig of the can of soda.

  “Ok, and that's a problem because?” She asked in a confused voice.

  “It's a problem because his son is a freaking jerk!” I screamed at her as if she was asking the most stupid question ever.

  “Didn't your dad tell you not to say that? Jar,” she said as she picked up the glass jar, off the counter, next to the toaster. She tilted it towards me so that I could see the slit in the lid clearly.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “Nope, quarter please,” she said as an evil smirk filled her face. I growled at her before fishing inside of my pocket to find a quarter. Once I found it, I put it into the jar and pulled a sarcastic face at her.

  “Happy?” I asked.

  “Very, now continue,” she replied in a chirpy voice.

  Since my dad hated the word ‘freaking’, and I couldn't stop saying it, Courtney thought that it was a good idea to create a 'freaking' jar. Every time that I said the word ‘freaking’, I had to put a quarter inside of the jar. My dad loved this, of course, I on the other hand, didn't.

  “So, I don't want to live with strange men for the next...however long!”

  “Ok, so what happened to their house?” She asked, now leaning on the breakfast bar in front of me.

  “I don't know. It was set on fire or something, who cares?”

  “Oh gosh, that is awful, you shouldn't say that you don't care, that's harsh,” she said, scrunching her nose up at me.

  “Harsh! No, harsh is what that good for nothing, rat did to me!” I screamed as I drank the last bit of my soda.

  “Huh?” She asked as she tilted her head to the left with a confused expression on her face.

  “He's Bill's son,” I said as if she should already know what I was talking about.

  “Do I look like Sherlock Holmes to you? Who's Bill?” She asked.

  “Bill, the one from the Christmas party,” I shouted as my cheeks grew red, as the memory began to fill my head.

  “Oh, Bill,” she said with a slight chuckle.

  “Court, this is not funny!”

  “Oh come on, Addy, it was like five years ago,
you have got to let it go,” she said as she attempted to hold back her laughter.

  “Let it go? Two hours, and forty five minutes it took me to get that melted chocolate out of my hair!” I screamed as I walked over to the refrigerator to grab another can of soda.

  “Ok, but it was five years ago, you were twelve years old. He's a guy, guys play pranks,” she said as she continued to giggle.

  “Yeah, well that wasn't a prank, it was just pure evil!” I shouted.

  “Ok, I get it, you're mad but I'm pretty sure that he has grown up since then. Cut the guy some slack, would you?”

  “No, no way. Guys like that, never change,” I grumbled before gulping down my entire can of soda. I let out a loud burp, and then threw the empty can in the garbage.

  “So lady like,” Courtney said, sarcastically as she picked up the jar and headed towards the front door. “Right, if you're going to continue your little rant then it'll have to be on the way to the mall. I've got to get an outfit for my date, tomorrow,” she said as a smirked filled her face.

  “A date with who exactly? You never told me,” I said, now excited by the new news.

  “Yes, well that's because you came charging in like a wild bull,” she said as she walked towards the front door.

  “Ok, spill all,” I said as we walked up the path, towards my red, mini cooper.

  “Well, it's with Jayden Mcintyre!” She said as we both began screaming, and jumping around in circles.

  “No freaking way!” I screamed.

  “Jar,” she said as she raised one eyebrow up at me. I let out a sigh, threw the coin into the jar, and then leapt into my car.

  “So, tell me everything,” I said as I began to head to the mall.

  “Well, it was after calculus, yesterday. I was walking down the hall, when I dropped my books. I was completely embarrassed, of course,” she said.

  “Yeah,” I said eager to hear the next part of the story.

  “So, when I bent down to pick them up, I saw a hand slide on top of one of the books, and pick it up.”

  “Nice move, then what?” I asked, excitedly.

  “Then, he was like, you ok-”

  “Do you always have to do a deep voice - like that - when talking about guys? Jayden's voice isn't even that deep,” I said, looking her in the eyes.

  “It is too, and it adds to the story, makes it more...real,” she said as a smile spread across her face. “Now, do you want me to continue or not?”

  “Obviously, come on,” I said, nudging her in the arm with my elbow.

  “Ouch! Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. So, I was like, yeah I'm fine thanks, just being a klutz, of course my cheeks were like burning with embarrassment,” she said.

  “Mmm,” I replied.

  “Then he was like, well, I think that you’re kind of cute, so I was like, you do, and he was like, yeah, maybe I can see more of your cuteness, outside of school?” She squealed. We, of course had to take out a moment to scream with excitement.

  “Then what happened?” I asked as I pulled into the mall's parking lot.

  “Then, he asked for my number, I gave it to him, and now we're going on a date!”

  “Oh my gosh, no way! He is so hot!” I said as a smile slipped onto my face.

  “I know, right-”

  Suddenly, Courtney was cut off as I slammed my foot down on the brakes.

  “What the hell?” She screamed, in shock.

  “What a jerk! You could have killed us!” I shouted to the moron, driving the pickup truck in front of us.

  As I watched him from inside of my car, my entire body filled with anger as I took in what he did next.

  “Did he just smile at me?” I screamed as I opened my car door and jumped out. That arrogant little-

  “Addy, just leave it,” I heard Courtney shouting from the car. I had completely reached the tip of my anger at this point, and chose to ignore her.

  “Are you some kind of idiot? Do you even know how to drive?” I screamed through his window which was slightly wound down.

  “Get back in your car,” he grunted as he kept his head straight.

  Was he being for real? No, ‘sorry’ or anything just ‘get back in your car’. As I watched him sitting there with his sunglasses on, light brown hair and muscular body, I knew that if he wasn't such a jerk, I would have found him slightly hot.

  “Are you kidding me? You freaking idiot!” I screamed.

  “Erm, jar!” I heard Courtney shout from the car window.

  “Shut up!” I screamed back to her before turning back around to face him.

  “Just move your dumb truck out of my way!” I screamed before walking back to my car, jumping in and slamming the door behind me.

  “You know, you really need to attend anger management sessions,” she said.

  “Really! Did you see what he did? He could have killed us!”

  “Yeah, but he didn't, so chill out.”

  As the idiot pulled his blue truck up to the side, so that I could squeeze my car past his piece of junk, I took one last look inside. I mouthed the word jerk to him, and then he smiled at me and waved. All in all, I think that I won.

  “You seriously need this trip to the mall,” Courtney said as we walked through the entrance doors.

  “I'd be perfectly fine if jerks like that, didn't exist in my world,” I growled at her.

  “He was a hot jerk though, wasn't he?” She said as we both burst into laughter.

  “Trust you to notice that,” I replied.

  “Like you didn't, that's the only reason that you came back to the car so quickly. The battle between whether to hit him or kiss him was just too much for you,” she said as she let out a loud laugh.

  “We're not all like you, you know,” I replied, sarcastically.

  “Of course not,” she said with a smirk on her face.

  * * *

  Honestly, the trip to the mall was exactly what I had needed. Courtney and I had fun, as usual. After walking in and out of what felt like hundreds of stores, we finally found her dream outfit. She settled on a knee length high, green, summer dress which coincidently was the exact same shade as her eyes. She paired it with two inch high, silver heels, silver jewelry and a silver purse. She did look stunning, as always. She was just one of those girls that looked pretty without the need to even try.

  After the long shopping trip, we rewarded ourselves by stuffing our faces with crepes, filled with strawberries and chocolate sauce. My personal favorite, may I add. I even managed to stop thinking about Caleb and how much I detested him.

  “You're coming back to mine. I'm not going in there, on my own, to meet Jerk Face,” I said as we stepped inside of my car.

  “Do I have a choice?” Courtney asked, sarcastically.

  “Nope,” I said as I pulled out of the mall’s parking lot.

  “Great,” she replied as she began eating a packet of peanuts, that she bought on our shopping trip.

  “Want one?” She asked with a mouth full of peanuts.

  “You know that I don't like them,” I replied as I rolled my eyes at her.

  “Whoopsy, it must have slipped my mind,” she said as a smirk filled her face. As you can probably tell by now, Courtney thoroughly enjoys eating. Sharing, however, has never been her strong point.

  Suddenly, both of our faces lit up as we heard the next song on the CD begin to play.

  “Get out, right now, it's the end of you and me. It's too late, and I can't wait for you to be gone,” we both sang, right on cue before bursting into laughter. We both loved JoJo, and that song. It’s a song that we’ll never grow too old to love.

  “Really? You're bringing the jar into my house?” I asked as I watched her pick up the jar, and leap out of the car.

  “Yup, I have to monitor you at all times. I could seriously be like a millionaire before the year is out,” she giggled.

  “Whatever.”

  “So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Courtney a
sked as we started to head up the driveway, towards my house. As I went to answer her, I was suddenly shocked into silence as I looked ahead of me.

  “You have got to be kidding me,” I mumbled in shock.

  “What?” Courtney asked, staring at my confused expression.

  “Either, I am going crazy or the jerk from the mall is walking inside my house,” I replied as I grabbed her chin between my finger and thumb, and turned her head in the direction that I was staring. As her eyes caught a glimpse of him, slipping into my house, she gasped in shock.

  “No freaking way,” she said in a low tone.

  “Jar.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Welcome To Our Not So Humble Abode

  “Oh my gosh, what are you going to do?” Courtney asked as she began running, so that she could keep up with me.

  “I don't know but he is not staying here,” I said as I marched towards the front door. “I told you that he hasn't changed, didn't I?” I yelled at Courtney as I continued to walk, angrily up the driveway.

  “Well, technically that's not true: he's hot, which you never mentioned before, and you never even realized that, that was him in the mall’s parking lot,” she said as we continued to walk.

  “Yeah, well hot or not, Caleb is not welcome in my home!”

  “Ok, but if you go marching in there, like a lunatic, it's not exactly going to go down well with your dad, is it?” She asked as she raised her eyebrows at me.

  “So! I don't care.”

  “You will when he grounds you, and then you can't come to Rick's party,” she said as she stopped moving. Great! I hadn't even thought about the fact that I could get grounded.

  “So, what am I supposed to do, just sit and smile, like Daddy's good little girl?” I said as I turned around to face her with my hands on my hips.

  “Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying. You have to be the smart one,” she replied.

  “Are you saying that I'm dumb?” I questioned, angrily.

  “No, but sometimes you are far too hot headed for your own good, and that makes you do dumb things.”

  “I am not,” I sneered.