The Bad Girl and the Good Boy

by Karla Luna

  Without another moment’s hesitation, I quickly put my pillows under my blanket to make it seem like I was there, in case they opened the door to check up on me. I didn’t expect them to, and this was an old school sort of thing, but it was the best I could do at the moment. I could’ve locked my room but even that would probably seem suspicious to them.

  Sighing, I walked over to my window and opened it up, letting some of the chilly wind enter my room. I quickly hopped out and left it a bit open for when I came back later. I looked around and then crouched down a little as I slid down the rooftop. I went in the air and landed right on my feet on the grass, at the side of the house. I smiled to myself. I still got the moves.

  Looking around, I saw Davne across the street, leaning on a gorgeous, black, Yamaha motorbike. I gaped at it all the way there and then looked back at the house, where all the lights were completely out. They couldn’t see us, could they? I hoped not. Davne smirked at me, as he looked me over until I was right in front of him. But I kept my distance.

  “Hey, bunny. Heard you loved motorcycles.” Davne bit his lip and winked, before passing me his helmet and hopping on his bike. I just stared at him and clutched the helmet in my hands, imagining his head there instead.

  “Where are we going?” I ask through gritted teeth, yet still admiring the beautiful bike. I really hoped he couldn’t see how puffy my eyes were from my crying earlier. It was pretty dark but still, what if he thought I was a weak girl? Then again, he might realize he doesn’t want me anymore and just leave me alone. Freakin’ hallelujah!

  “Just trust me.”

  Ha! Trust the biggest bad boy in town? I don’t think so. “You’ll love it. Now get on, so you can have an excuse to hold on to me.” He was so full of it, I swear.

  Rolling my eyes, I placed the helmet over my head and hopped onto the beautiful bike. I even patted it and whispered to it, “You’re better than him.” I then slowly put my arms around Davne’s chiseled body and I felt him vibrate a little due to his sudden chuckle.

  “Come on, tighter. I want to feel all of you. I don’t want you to fall, either.” He actually sounded concerned, so I just sighed and hugged his torso tighter. I felt his abs and it only made me think of Zavier for some reason. Oh, if he found out where I was – mostly whom I was with – I’m pretty sure he would lose his mind again and never forgive me. But if he were to find out, I hope he would listen to what I have to say first. He wasn’t like those assholes out there, and I knew that for sure.

  On our way to wherever-the-fuck-Davne-was-taking-us-to, all I did was lay my head down on his back, looking out with a bored expression. After a few minutes, which seemed like hours, we finally got to this old-looking building, which had a packed up parking lot.

  Where the hell are we?

  Davne stopped the bike in front and continued holding it upright before hopping off. I took his helmet off, and he was about to reach for my hand to help me when I swatted him away.

  I gave him an innocent smile. “I can get off myself, thank you very much.”

  “Yeah, I can see that.” He watched me as I got off the bike and placed his helmet by the handles. “Maybe you and I can race each other, or ride side by side with our motorcycles one day.”

  “I think not.” Dammit, I’ve actually always wanted to do that, but not with him. Definitely not with him.

  He nodded and frowned, but he seemed overly amused as he looked at the building. I now heard all the cheering that was going on in there. Seriously, where the hell did this guy bring me?

  “Come on.” He walked in front of me and I couldn’t do anything except walk behind him. I was kind of nervous to be honest. But if it was something scary, I knew I could handle it.

  Once we finally entered, I couldn’t help but gape in excitement when I saw what was going on in here. He did not! I haven’t been to one of these in so long!

  There was a huge crowd of people – consisting mostly of males, and there was a fence in the very middle. It held about three people. One had a black and white striped shirt with a whistle around his lips. He was the announcer. That much was obvious to anyone who looked at him. Then, there were two shirtless young men, each in different corners, glaring at one another. One was blond while the other had dark, moonlight blue hair.

  If you hadn’t guessed it already, Davne here brought me to a freakin’ cage fighting match. I couldn’t hold in my excitement as I pushed through all the people, so that I could be close enough to grab onto the fence.

  The announcer went over to the blond and gestured to him while speaking into a microphone that suddenly appeared in his hand. “In this corner, we have Light. Unstoppable and vicious. Every punch will make you see the light.” He paused to let the crowd scream, and I did, too. I didn’t know either of the guys, but fuck it! I’m screaming all I want tonight! “And in this corner,” he now gestured to the other guy who had climbed up on the fence, raising his arm up to tell the crowd who to cheer for. “We have Death!” Now, people practically hollered and cheered even more. It was clear now that this guy was the crowd favorite. “Ferocious, venomous, and twice as unstoppable! He’s death, and he’s not afraid to be true to his name!”

  I laughed just as the fight began, and damn was Death pounding on that guy good. Man, I loved this! It looked like he knew way more than Martial Arts. He was extremely good at punching and I mirrored his actions, hoping I could fight this good one day. Light was just as good but he just couldn’t beat Death. I must say, they were both great fighters, but one always has to win.

  During the fight, I felt a presence behind me. They rested one hand on my hip and put their chin on my head. But I was too distracted and there wasn’t much room for me to move away, so I just let it slide.

  Once the fight had ended, people started to leave. But I still had this huge smile on my face as I walked out of the building. I can’t believe Davne did this. I was more or less expecting him to take me to his house to do things to me (since he said he ‘wanted me’). But instead, he brought me to an awesome fighting match that just made my whole week. I think I have to thank him even though he dragged me here, right?

  We walked back to his bike in silence and he handed me his helmet again.

  “I like seeing you smile. It looks sexier than having you scowl at me,” he commented, as he hopped on his bike and gave me a smirk.

  “Davne, I never thought I’d say this, but I actually had fun tonight.”

  “I always come here for some fun. I even fought a few times, but no one is better than Death.” True that. I was cheering that guy from now on. “And since I like it here, I knew you would, too. So I’m glad to hear that, bunny.”

  I groaned at the name. Is this how Zavier felt whenever I called him ‘teddy bear’? Or did he actually like it?

  Urgh, get him out of your head!

  “I’m pretty sure if I told you not to call me that, you wouldn’t listen anyway.”

  “Nope,” he bluntly replied, as I nodded and put the helmet on my head before once again hopping onto his wonderful bike.

  When we were almost to Zavier’s house, I tapped Davne’s shoulder and said, “You can stop the bike here.” He listened to me and stopped the bike right in front of the neighbor’s house. There were tall bushes between the two houses. So from here, Zavier couldn’t see us even if he happened to be looking out the window or something.

  “Don’t want nerd boy to see us together?” Davne asked with a smirk, as I took the helmet off and gave it to him before hopping off. I was starting to walk away without a word, but he caught my wrist and yanked me toward his body, which was leaning against his bike now. I glared up at him when he kept me firmly in place with his hands on my waist. “Oh come on, not that face again. I thought we were cool now. Besides, you’re not leaving me so soon. I still need one more thing.” I noticed he held on to me as if he was threatening me. If I let go, he’d probably hurt Zavier just for that.

  “What else do you wa—” My words were th
en cut off when he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me hard on the lips.

  My eyes went wide at his sudden action, but I knew I had to go with it. I must say though, he knew how to work his lips. Once our lips connected together, he got right to it. He even put his hands on my waist to hold me in place, as he groaned and bit my bottom lip. I opened my mouth to grant him entrance so that he could explore my mouth and battle his tongue with my own. He pulled me closer, pressing my body hard against his, and I deeply sighed. He tasted sweet yet minty fresh. Both of our mouths worked in sync and I had nowhere to put my arms but on his hard chest. I wanted to push him away but at the same time, I was way too attracted to him. What the hell was wrong with me?! I kept reminding myself why I was doing this. It’s for Zavier, it’s only for Zavier…

  Goddammit!

  I’m so sorry, teddy bear.

  •Zavier•

  What was I going to do? I was so deathly afraid right now. How could she just sneak out like that without any warning? Does she know how worried sick I am right now? What was she up to?

  Sitting down on her empty bed, I bit my lip as I tried to dial her number again. I kept calling and texting her, but she wouldn’t answer and it went straight to her voicemail. I knew for a fact that she wouldn’t leave her phone here, and that she almost always answered it right away. This must mean something’s wrong or she just silenced her phone, which she must have a very good reason for doing so. I dialed her number again and still no answer, causing me to clench my fists and grit my teeth. I wanted so badly to just throw my phone against the wall. I wanted to scream out her name, so that she can know just how scared and angry I was.

  What was she thinking? That we’re not responsible for her? That I’ll just keep covering for her? She was crying earlier, for God sakes, and I didn’t even know why!

  “Dammit!” I muttered to myself, shocked yet not caring that I had just said a word like that. “Dammit, Evelyn!”

  I don’t think I can do this anymore. Taking deep breaths since I felt dizzy, I decided to just lie down on her bed and calm down. It’s Evelyn. She’ll be okay, right? It was then that I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  She’ll be okay.

  21: Ignorance, My Bff

  •Evelyn•

  Once I had finally snuck back inside the house, my heart started pounding fast and hard against my chest once I saw Zavier sleeping soundly on my bed. I quietly walked over to him and just watched him in silence as he slowly breathed in and out. He looked so cute and peaceful, and I didn’t want to hurt him, especially because I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. But I know I did, by what I had done back there, even though I was telling myself I was only protecting him when it was clearly not very true. This was all stupid. Why can’t I just tell Davne off? Do I actually like spending time with him? Well… to be honest, I want to see what other adventures he’ll take me to. Was that bad? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way.

  Oh, whatever!

  Sighing, I lay down next to Zavier, trying not to move too much to wake him up. He was hugging my Jack Skellington pillow, but I noticed his phone sliding down from under it.

  I frowned, and then went pale, as I searched for my phone in my sweater. Dammit, what if he called?

  Checking my phone, I had 20 missed calls, 5 voicemails, and 13 text messages. All from Zavier… and Zavier only!

  Goddammit! I had him worried, didn’t I? Why didn’t I just keep the volume set to low or on vibrate, in case he called? Why did he even come to my room at night? I guess he was still concerned about me because of earlier, when I had cried all over his shirt.

  He’s too sweet. I don’t deserve him as a friend at all. He doesn’t deserve having to take care of me, or look out for me. Plus, I’m turning him into a bad person, aren’t I? Or a… more fun person? I don’t even know anymore.

  But I do know that he’s already changing me.

  Was it really for the best?

  In the morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I guess Zavier woke up sometime at night and just decided to go back to his own room. I bet he felt a bit awkward about it, but I just found that extremely adorable.

  I got out of bed and started getting ready for school. Once I was done, I grabbed all of my things and ran down the stairs to try and talk to Zavier. I wanted to explain to him what had (not) happened last night, when he seemed so worried about me, even though I felt really terrible and guilty just thinking about it.

  Entering the kitchen, Stormy smiled at me as she was cooking some eggs on the stove, while Zavier was eating some Coco Puffs on the counter. I know they were his favorite, since he ate them almost every morning and night.

  Once he noticed me come in, I could’ve sworn I saw him roll his eyes and sigh in annoyance. He then got up and put his bowl in the sink, before grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, and kissing Stormy goodbye.

  “All right, mom, I’m going. Jesse’s outside.”

  “Okay, have a good day, sweetie.”

  He walked to the living room, and I just shrugged and looked completely clueless. What the hell?!

  “Zavier!” I didn’t even get any breakfast. I just grabbed my things again and walked out of the kitchen, trying to catch Zavier before he left me. “Um, aren’t you going to wait for me?”

  He sighed when he turned to face me. He looked at me with no expression at all, and it hurt to see him this way. He was angry with me, wasn’t he? “Drake gave you that bike for a reason,” he flat out told me.

  Wow. Even though he didn’t snap at me or anything, it still got to me. It's like he was telling me he didn’t want me to ride with them, except that he didn’t really say the exact words. He was right though.

  He didn’t know the real reason, and I did sneak out. I guess there was nothing to argue about. I just hate it when people treat me this way. If I didn’t care for him so much, I probably would’ve already caused a ruckus by now.

  “Fine. Just go then,” I said with no emotion, and he just stood there, staring at me, probably trying to see right through me. I was so lucky he couldn’t though. I would be in so much trouble if he could. He licked his lips and looked down.

  Oh, don’t play innocent now. Don’t act like you feel bad.

  But then again, he doesn’t act. I’m sure he actually feels bad, but he’s trying to stay mad at me. And I’ll let him cool off. I’ll try talking to him later, during lunch or something.

  Sighing, he ruffled up his already messy hair and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.

  I clenched my jaw and nodded, before going for my bike’s keys and driving off to school. I didn’t feel hungry anymore.

  Each class went by pretty slow and I kept stealing glances at Zavier. He didn’t seem to notice me at all. And I thought, Wow! This kid is good. But usually, he participated in class and would even call out the answers no one knew. Today, he didn’t say a word. The teachers were even weirded out and kept glancing at him. But all he did was look down and write God-knows-what on his notebook. His college essay maybe? I don’t know!

  I would try to call out to him. But of course, he ignored me.

  It wasn’t until lunch that I felt really irritated. I know I wanted him to cool off, but I can never have someone just ignore me. I can ignore others, that’s completely fine. But others ignoring me? It makes me want to punch a wall.

  Once I had entered the cafeteria, I frantically looked around for an adorable nerd boy with glasses. There were boys with glasses everywhere, but none of them were as adorable and sexy as Zavier.

  I finally found him at a table in the corner of the lunchroom. It was weird that he wasn’t at our usual table. I mean, it’s not like he’s ignoring Jesse and Ethan, too.

  Zavier was eating a bag of carrots from his lunch tray that was just a few inches away from him. But what was right in front of his face was a damn Health book. And like Ethan had said, that meant he was just trying to avoid something. And that ‘something’ was obvio
usly me.

  When I walked over to him, I didn’t even hesitate from speaking up right away. I just did. He needed to listen to me, even if what I was about to say… was going to be a huge and horrible lie.

  “Okay, I’m sorry. And you should really appreciate this because I hardly apologize. Make that ‘sometimes,’ or never… ever.” All he did was sigh as he sipped his Rock Star. “But look, just please, teddy bear! Please! I can’t stand seeing you mad at me.”

  “Where were you?” he demanded, not even gazing up at me. He just kept his damn eyes on that stupid Health book. I wanted to grab it, close it, and throw it out that stupid window. Every object is stupid right now for me. That pencil is stupid, this table is stupid, that chair is stupid, that… that…

  “Fucking stupid!”

  Right when I yelled that out, without meaning to, a kid passing by with his lunch tray started to tear up as he looked at me. “I’m sorry, it was the only shirt left in my size! I know it’s hideous on me!” He ran out of the cafeteria, with people – including me – giving him some confused glances.

  What the fuck just happened?!

  I turned back to Zavier as he sighed, folding his arms on top of the table while looking at me intensely. He was making eye contact, which means he was trying to see if I was lying. But I’d been doing this for a long time. I could make eye contact and downright lie to people. Although this time, I’d probably feel extremely guilty about doing it. See what he’s doing to me?!

  “Okay, go on,” he said, “and don’t lie to me.”

  I’m so lucky I’m an amazing liar. I’m so sorry, Zavier. But I just have to do this for you. I know I have the choice of fighting this. But when it comes to bad boys, I can’t fight on my own. I said I’d kill him, and I’m not joking – but he obviously knows more than me. I haven’t been this type of girl my whole life and he was most likely freakin’ born with that smirk on his face. I’m just no match for him. And if that sounds like I’m wimping out, then so be it. But one day, I’ll get him back. One day. I never let people get away with the things they do to me.