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Chapter 22 BAD, BUT A GENTLEMAN

“Your room?” I parroted.

He nodded. His room, why was he taking me to his room? Maybe he wanted to show me his dollies. Yay! Dolls! But I've always hated dolls though. I frowned.

“But I don't like dolls,” I whined.

“Uh…” he looked utterly confused.

“But I do like remote control cars though,” I said with a hiccup. “Cleo never let me play with any since she moved in. She said those are for boys!”

“How much had you have to drink?” he questioned, grabbing my waist to support me.

How much did I have to drink? The beer, the bottle, the second bottle, the third bottle.... uh… I gave up.

“I hate math!’ I yelled.

Axel chuckled. I looked up at his face. He was so hot.

“For real, I actually hate math! It’s so annoying, I prefer drawing.”

“You are really drunk.”

“No! No I am not!” I protested as he lifted me off the ground, so that I was standing on my two feet.

Aye, why do we have two feet anyway? I mean, we could all have one foot and hop around like kangaroos. But kangaroos have two feet too, why don't they just have one? And why do dogs have four feet… except they’re not feet- they’re paws. Why though?

Why don't dogs just have two feet and piss like normal people do? And why don't dogs wear shoes so their paws don't get dirty?

Why are humans so complicated? Why can’t we just sniff each other’s butts to show the other person we want to make babies with them? Why are emotions so complicated?

I didn't realize I had said everything out loud until Axel started laughing. “Come on, let's go,” Axel said lifting me up off my feet.

Wow, he was acting nice to me today. My heart fluttered as he carried me up the stairs bridal style. My love, carrying me bridal style up to his bedroom- my dreams were coming true! All the stalking was finally paying off.

Except, why was he taking me to his bedroom? Did he want to frickle frackle with a girl like me? A small giggle escaped my mouth. One could only dream… oh naughty Rosie! I would like it if he threw me onto his bed and-

“Shut up!” I said to myself, “no, no! No one would approve of such a thing!”

I definitely wanted him to do naughty things to me.

---Unknown P.O.V---

Hiding in his walk-in closet wasn't the brightest idea, but I just had to see her. I saw him talking to her in the kitchen, and I knew immediately that he wouldn’t be able to resist bringing her up to his bedroom. It was the perfect opportunity.

Axel was so down from getting hit by the nerd, that he even left the key in the bedroom door. It would be a waste if I didn’t come inside. I heard some giggling from outside of the room, and I knew who it was immediately.

The girl had me wrapped around her finger the first time I saw her. She was so stunningly beautiful; I couldn't get her out of her head! I met her only once. I remembered her dark angel costume, her bright blue eyes, and her body…

She had me obsessed with her from that moment on. I couldn't concentrate on any of my studies (I never did anyway), and I couldn't even concentrate of having sex with any other girl. She wasn't my usual type.

But I wanted her, bad.

I usually liked big boobs, nice ass and the experienced type. But I could tell that Rose wasn't experienced at all. She was pure innocence, ready to be corrupted. She was shy, yet confident at the same time.

It was a combination I had never seen in someone before. No girl had rejected me like that and get away with it. But with her, it was special. She had a special charm to her. Something else no other girl had. She could get away with setting my car on fire.

The only other girl who's ever blown me off was Rosaline Winnefred. That bitch had caused Layla so much pain. I still didn’t understand why Layla didn’t give me the green light to gather a few guys to get our way with her. A quick gang bang couldn’t have been too traumatizing, especially if we let Ricky spike her drink again.

I felt so… gay… hiding in a guy's closet.

Axel kicked his bedroom door open revealing him and Rose. He was carrying her in his arms as if she was his bride. Through the little crack in the closet door, I couldn't see very well. He closed the door with his foot behind him.

She giggled as he carried her over to his bed. Before he could drop her on his bed, she hooked her arms around his neck and brought him down with her. She hiccupped and giggled like it was the funniest thing ever. Why was she even like a guy like him?

I was far better in every way.

She was either incredibly drunk, or someone put something in her drink. You could just tell by the way she was acting, she was wasted. Axel landed right on top of her. She pressed her small boobs against his chest while giggling.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her off him. She fell onto the bed giggling, and still hiccupping. She smoothed down her red strapless dress and pulled her bra up. Axel looked incredibly nervous.

I had always suspected he was a virgin.

He stared at her for a moment.

Just staring at her like a fresh piece of meat ready to be put on the grill.
Lucky bastard.

I wasn't expecting what he decided to do next; he turned around and headed for the door.

“Axel!” Rose called out.

He turned around and walked over to her. She stared up at him, her blue eyes turned into puppy eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Where are you going?” she asked in a whiny but cute voice.

He sighed, “I'm going to go get you some pills so you won't have that bad of a hangover.”

“No! Stay here with me!” she reached out and grabbed his arm.

He tried peeling her arm off, “I'll be right back.”

She shook her head furiously and gripped tighter. They stared at each other for a few seconds, until she made a move. A move that I would never want to see her do to anyone, but me. She crashed her lips against his with everything she had.

My hands started to shake. Fuck! This wasn't supposed to happen!
He was supposed to try to get into her pants, and she wouldn't want to do it! Then I would come out and be her superman and save her.

---Rosie's P.O.V---

The alcohol I had earlier was definitely kicking in. I sucked on his bottom lip, begging to feel his tongue. Once his lips parted, I savored his taste. I wasted no time exploring him at all.

My stomach was filled with flying unicorns, my heart was pounding against my chest crazily and I felt incredibly hot like I was on fire. I was afraid he wasn't going to respond to the kiss, but he did. I couldn't believe what I was doing.

His lips tasted minty and sweet at the same time. The perfect combination. My body ached for him, every part of me was screaming to him. I needed him so bad, but I guess the logical side of me forced me not to tear his clothes off right at the spot.

Everything felt perfect.

One of his hands was resting against my lower back, and his other hand was pressing my mouth into his. It felt like a dream. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted the moment to go on forever and ever.

I wanted to be in his firm, tight grip. I wanted to feel his heated hot lips on mine. I wanted his minty sweet tongue exploring my mouth like I did to his. I wanted him so bad! I moaned against his mouth, wanting more of him.

His hands moved from my lower back and my head, to my shoulders. He pulled me off him and looked at me straight in the eyes. His intoxicating green eyes burned into mine.

“I can't do this,” he panted.

I felt as if someone had just hit me straight across the face, with a baseball bat, with needles sticking out of it. My throat started to wobble, as my eyes started to cloud up with tears. He was rejecting me, right after he had kissed me.

“No! Not like that!” he quickly said. He didn’t know how to handle a crying girl.

A tear escaped down my cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his thumb before it could fall onto my chest. His emerald green eyes were filled with hurt and regret. He took in a deep breath.

“I can't take advantage of you while you’re wasted like this.”

I sniffed some tears away, “but you’re not taking advantage of me!”

“Yes I am. You’re drunk and when you wake up tomorrow, you'll probably hate me for kissing you.”

“But I won’t-”

“I don’t want you to regret anything about me.”

I stayed quiet, “I won’t, I promise-”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “let me get you some pills, then we’ll talk.”

And with that, he left the room. I stared at the closed door blankly. So he wasn't rejecting me because I was ugly or weird, but he rejected me because he was afraid of taking advantage of me. My vision was pretty clear, but a little blurry.

His bedroom walls were light grey, and his comforters were grey and black. His floor was a white marble. All the rest of his furniture was either black, grey or white. His room was gigantic. The biggest bedroom I had ever seen.

It was probably the size of Kasay's house, or larger. After exploring the bedroom with my eyes, I threw myself onto the bed and waited for Axel. I felt weird and tipsy. I felt nauseous.

Suddenly, a hand clamped my mouth and someone got on top of me. The face that I had been avoiding for a while came into view.

He pinned both my hands up over my head with one hand, while his other hand was clamped over my mouth. I tried screaming, but it was muffled by his palm.

He pressed his body against mine as he leaned in so that his mouth was beside my ear.

“You left me unsatisfied,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

I gulped. His body was too large and caged me down. I could feel something hard poking at my thigh. I squirmed, trying to break free, but he gripped onto my tighter. His skin was painful against my skin.

He looked down at me. He looked like a lion, eyeing up its prey. I tried to squirm out of his steel tight grip, but he held on tighter.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck and started sucking on the skin on that area. I squirmed harder, but he bit down. I screamed. He painfully pressed down onto my mouth.

I couldn’t even open my mouth with his palm against my lips. “That's what you get for being such a fucking tease.”

He started licking from the crook of my neck all the way up to my earlobe. He moved down so his face rested where my breasts were. He gripped both my wrists with one of his hands, and with the other tried pulling my dress down.

I screamed as loudly as I could, and kept squirming until he had to cover my mouth. “Be quiet!” he hissed. I tried to knee him in the balls, but my knee went nowhere. “Feisty one, aren’t you.”

His brown eyes were sadistic and cruel, teasing mine. I always avoided his eyes because of that reason; he got to you when he looked into yours.

To stop me from screaming he pressed his hard lips against mine and shoved his nasty long tongue down my throat. It tasted of cigarettes and lots of alcohol. I tried to scream, but I choked. His hand crawled up my thigh slowly.

I tried thrashing around, but he held me tight in place. He pulled his hand from out of under the dress. He moved it to the zipper on the dress behind the dress. He slowly unzipped my dress as his tongue was shoved down my throat.

I tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. No matter how much I tried squirming, kicking or pushing him off, he stayed in place and kept his tongue shoved down my throat. I brought myself to a conclusion.

I bit down onto his tongue hard. So hard I tasted lots of blood that wasn't my own flowing into my mouth. He quickly pulled back, let go of me and grabbed onto his tongue.

“Da faq?!” He yelled at me.

It sounded like that because he was holding onto his tongue. I backed away and wiped my face. After wiping my face, I looked at my hand. Shit! Mascara was running all over my face. I probably look like shit right now.

Wow! Drunk Rosie! Worse time to think about how pretty you have to be! I got up and sprinted for the door. But I broke one nerd rule. Never make the school's quarterback angry. He grabbed my waist roughly and threw me over his shoulder.

He threw me onto the bed roughly and got on top of me. He tore my dress off this time. What was I gonna’ wear?!

Suddenly, the door flew open revealing a very pissed off Axel. He was holding a small medical bag filled with medicine his hand. His eyes widened as he saw Matt on top of me and me squirming beneath him.

Axel wasted no time standing there. He ran towards Matt and tackled him to the ground. Even though Matt was taller and bigger than him, but Axel still fought him like there was no tomorrow. They rolled around the floor throwing punches at each other.

Matt got on top of Axel and started throwing punches at him nonstop. Axel kneed Matt in the gut and spun them around, so that he was on top. Axel three punches at Matt's face nonstop. He held on to Matt's shirt collar with one hand, while with the other hand, he threw punches at Matt.

This time, I didn’t stop Axel. I let him beat Matt.

What he did to me was processing in my head. He tried to rape me…

I quickly pulled Axel's covers so that they were covering my exposed body parts. They rolled over so that they were fighting near the nightstand. Matt got on top this time, and started throwing punches at Axel's pretty face.

Without even having to think, I grabbed a glass lamp and smashed it against Matt's head. He fell face first onto Axel. A small high pitched giggle escaped my lips. Okay, so this was the worst time to laugh. Axel wiped a small amount of blood from his nose away before he looked down at me.

He quickly got up and sat beside me on the bed. He stroked my cheek with his thumb softly.

“He tried to rape you, didn’t he?” Axel was scary, but he was so sweet to me. “I’ll fucking kill him,” he was about to punch Matt, but I grabbed him.

“Don’t cut yourself!” I pointed to the shattered glass.

He nodded, getting up and kicking Matt straight in the face. I flinched when I heard something crack. He kept kicking his face over and over, until I couldn’t stand to see anymore. Murder was wrong.

I gently touched his arm.

He stopped almost immediately.

“I’m okay now, let’s dump his body.”

Axel still glared at Matt who was passed out on the round, “he touched you.”

He was so dangerous, it turned me on.

   I grabbed his collar, and slowly pressed my lips against his soft ones.
   Other people were addicted to drugs.
   I guess we all have our addictions.
   Because he was mine.

I shut my eyes and enjoyed it. So inviting…
He pulled away and stared at me.

“I won’t take advantage of you.”

Not again. I wanted him so bad. A small smirk appeared on his lips.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t let you take advantage of me.”

~*~

Crush on Mr. Bad Boy by Lilly Purdon (22)

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