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Crush on Mr. Bad Boy by Lilly Purdon (27)

Chapter 27 SKIPPING SCHOOL [PART 3]

“Are you done in there yet?” Axel banged on the bathroom door.

I quickly slipped on the clothes given to me.

“Almost!”

I quickly opened the bathroom door, coming face to face with my heartbreaker.

   “Took you long enough, Flower,” he walked over to Dustin's bed and sat down.
   I raised my eyebrows at him, “Flower?”

“Your new nickname. Rosaline’s too long to say, and I heard other people calling you Rosie. I wanted something more,” he paused, “personal.”

I had no idea in what way he meant by ‘personal’. “Out of every name, why choose Flower?”

   He shrugged, “Rose is short for Rosaline, right?”
   I prayed he wouldn’t be able to make the connection, and nodded.
   “But you see, no one calls you Rose, and some of us may or may not already know someone named Rose. Do you?”

Was he toying with me?

  “So since a Rose is a flower, I'm calling you Flower. Plus, you really remind me of a flower, I don't even know why, but now you’re my little flower,” he finished.
  His little flower?
  His.
  He claimed me as his…

I stood there, slightly confused. Did he mean it in that way?

   Suddenly, his eyes widened. I guess he finally realized what he said. “Oh no! Not like that! I mean, you’re like a little flower, that’s how I came up with the nickname- I didn’t mean to imply I own you or anything- I was just tryna’ say the nickname is mine- fuck- mine as in ownership of the nickname, not you. Oh god, this is getting confusing. What I mean is-” he took a moment to think, “how the hell do I explain myself now?”
   He was beyond cute flustered. He looked like a frustrated puppy trying to figure out something. He was so innocent- a word that no one else would use to describe him. “It's okay,” I laughed. “I get it.”
   “You do?” he was surprised.

I nodded in reply.

   I couldn't stop the smile that tugged at my lips. Just seeing him frustrated was freaking adorable. My heart fluttered while watching the confused expression on his face as he stared at me.
   “Why are you smiling?” he asked, staring at me with wide eyes.

A small giggle escaped my lips before I could contain it.

   “What's so funny?” He started fidgeting, almost as if he was insecure.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing at his question. He was just so cute in every way. He could be sexy, cute, hot, amazing, adorable and handsome at the same time.

   “Flower,” he said my name, but I still couldn’t stop laughing. “Answer my question.
  Turns out the school's bad boy looked like a lost puppy when he's frustrated.
   “It’s nothing!” I tried containing my laughter.
   “You’re lying,” he stated.

“What are you, a psychic?”

“Possibly.”

   “You’re definitely not,” I said with a small smile playing at my lips.
   “What are you hiding from me in that little head of yours?”

I smirked at him, “a lot of shit.”

   “I can see,” he attempted to sound posh, but failed miserably.

I laughed, “You have no idea what you do to me, bad boy.” There was a tremendous amount of truth in my ‘joke’.

   I was glad he didn't take it seriously; he only took it as a joke. He grabbed my hand by surprise and placed a soft gentle kiss on the back of my hand. My whole body froze as I felt a tingly sensation on the back of my hand. It was like… that cured my banging headache. He distracted me from the pain I was feeling.

Shivers ran down my back and I started getting goose bumps on every inch of my body. My heart pounded against my ribcage violently. He held eye contact as he kissed my hand. It was something out of a fairytale. I was stuck in the moment. Everything seemed to move so slowly, and I felt like we were the only people in the world.

   All that mattered to me was him. It was a moment that meant so much to me, even though he was just playing around.
  It showed that he wasn't disgusted of me. He didn't think I had germs on the back of my hand, and clearly didn't think I wiped snot on my hands. But then, like every other great moment it had to end. He pulled away smirking at me.
   “What's taking you two so long-” Justin stopped at his tracks when he saw us both and the odd position we were in.
   Axel had his mouth inches from my hand and he was bowed down so he could reach my small hand. He was staring at me through his lashes with a smirk on his face while I was blushing like crazy. Justin backed away from the door slowly.
   “Am I interrupting something again?” he asked nervously.
   “N-no not at all,” I answered.

“I always knew you had a thing for each other.” He looked at us in awe.

   If my face could get any hotter, it did. My face was on flames as I looked away from both of them. Axel looked a little red too himself, I assumed it was because he was pissed off.

I don’t know how Axel managed to keep his cool, “we don’t.” He sounded as cold as stone.

   Ouch.
   What was I expecting? Him to admit he liked me too?
   Unlike Axel, I couldn't deny Justin though. I couldn't deny what was true.

Axel glanced at me and our eyes met for a short moment.

   “Sure,” Justin said in a disbelieving tone.
   Axel sent him a death glare. “What do you want anyway?”
   “Just making sure you don’t have sex on his bed,” Justin replied, folding both his arms over his chest.
   I couldn't believe how much Justin and Dustin looked alike. They were identical twins and you really couldn't tell which one was which unless you saw their dimples. But if you were with them enough, their personalities were different.
   “Come on Flower, let's go,” Axel said grabbing my hand.
   Tingles shot up my whole hand and arm from his touch. His skin was incredibly soft and warm. He pulled me along until we were out of the room. With my hand still in his, we went down a flight of stairs until we were in the kitchen.
   “Thanks for the call,” Axel gave Dustin a quick handshake.
   “No problem, good luck.” Dustin smiled at him.
   “I'll need it,” Axel mumbled under his breath, before pulling me out of the kitchen and out the door.
   What was that about? Luck? I would imagine that someone like Axel wouldn't need any luck with his strength and good looks.
   “Where are we going?” I asked as we walked out the door.
   He turned to me with a poker face, “since you're now my new tutor, we should get to know each other a little.”
   “So where are you taking me?”
   “Anywhere, where do you want to go?” His grass green eyes twinkled mischievously.

I tapped my chin while thinking. Nowhere romantic… I couldn’t fall for him even more. “Anywhere that's not awkward?”

   “Sure, I know a place,” he pulled me along.
   We stopped in front of a slick black motorcycle. I wasn't very fond of them. And to be honest, I had never ridden one before. I didn't plan on riding one anytime soon. Axel hopped on the motorcycle and put his keys, starting up the engine.
   The engine roared to life, making me jump ten feet back. There was no way I was getting anywhere near that beast! Axel motioned for me to get on, but I shook my head refusing his offer.
   “Get on,” Axel had to yell over the rumbling of the engine.

“No thank you!”

   If I had to get on that thing, I was seriously going to crap my pants.

“Come on Flower, it's not that bad!”

   “I'm not getting on that motorcycle!” I yelled over the engine.
   He turned the engine off, “it's not a motorcycle.”
   If he was thinking of tricking me and telling me that wasn't a motorcycle so I would get on it then he was another level of stupid. Even though he was my one and only love offering me a ride on a motorcycle, I wasn't going to take the offer.
   “If it's not a motorcycle, then what is it?”
   “She's a Ecosse Titanium Series FE Ti XX, powered by a 2,409cc billet engine with Ecosse's highest ever horsepower figure-”
   “Hold it there! She?” I parroted in disbelief.
   He smiled down at his bike like it was the most beautiful thing in the whole world. His face was filled with adoration.

“Yes, Elisa.”

   “Who's Elisa?” I asked with a pang of jealousy.
   “This baby,” he replied, running his fingers along the slick surface of the motorbike.
   “You named your motorcycle?!” I asked in disbelief.
   This boy was something else.
   “She's not a motorcycle; she's Ecosse Titanium-”
   “I get it,” I stared at him in disbelief. The guy named his motorcycle… “But I'm still not getting on.”
  “Why not?”
   “Because, she-” I couldn’t believe I was using a vehicle’s preferred pronoun, “IT looks scary and I don’t know the number of girls that have ridden that thing.” I scrunched up my nose in disgust.
   “Actually, you’re the only girl I’ve asked to ride with me on my baby.”
   That warmed my heart knowing that I was the only girl he’s invited to ride with him on that motorbike. 
   I huffed, “still doesn't pursuade me."

“You'll get to hold onto me if you ride with me.”

   He must’ve known I had a thing or two for him. Either that, or he was beyond conceited. His offer was great, but my inner self was stubborn, so I decided to decline it. I shook my head at him.
   “You get to be real close to me.”
   Even though I wanted to scream ‘yes!’ at him, I turned it down. “I don’t care whether or not I get to touch you!” I lied. My voice always came out high when I was lying, and I was confident he saw right through.
   “Aw, come on Flower. It’s not scary at all!”
   “You have no say in that. You’re not someone who’s never ridden a motorcycle before!”
    “You’ll be wearing a helmet! Nothing’s going to happen!” He groaned.
   I rolled my eyes. “Something could happen if I fell off!”
   “You won’t fall off unless you let go of me.”
   “No, I’m still not getting on.”

“Come on, Rosie.”

  “I’d rather walk.”
   “Flower, you do realize that you will get on.” It sounded like a threat to me.
   I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.
   “Whatever.” I grumbled before walking the opposite way. I gave him a small wave as I sauntered away from him. I did feel bad in a way, but I wasn’t going to get on that beast! As I was walking further down away from him, I heard his engine roar to life.

“I’m not letting you walk there!” he yelled from behind me. “You don’t even know where we’re going!”

   I did something I never imagined myself doing to him. I flipped him the bird. I heard him laugh and make a comment about me being a bad-ass-goody-two-shoe before the sound of the engine came closer. I kept walking away as fast as I could. 
   Don’t look back Rosie, don’t you dare look back!
   “Hey Cinderella, I’m coming after you!” Axel sounded much closer now.
   Cinderella?
   What was up with all the nicknames?!
   Don’t respond! Pretend he’s not there! 
   He slowed down next to me on his motorcycle. We were just a few feet apart. I was on the sidewalk while he was on the road.
   “Get on,” he ordered.
   Ignore him Rosie! You’re not getting on that running death machine no matter what!

“Please?”

   Don’t fall for his angelic voice no matter what! His voice might be dripping honey but he’s no good!

“Flower.”

   Keep walking! He’ll get bored of you ignoring him and leave you alone.
   “You know I’m not going to leave you alone until you get on, right?”
   Don’t listen! Block out your ears, you’re now deaf to everything he says to you!
   “Are you ignoring me?” he asked.
   Don’t reply, keep walking.
  “Please get on.”
  Distract yourself!
  “Flower?”
   He was driving right next to me now. It was getting incredibly hard to ignore him.
   “Please stop ignoring me.” He pleaded.
   Distraction, I need a distraction!
  “Rosaline Arlene Winnefred!”
   Why did he have such an effect on my heart?
   I didn’t know he even knew my full name…
   “Come on! Just please ride with me, it’s not that bad, I promise.”
   Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky-
   “If you don’t do this the easy way, we’ll have to do this the hard way.” He warned.
   Uh oh.
   Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are-
   “Hard way it is.” He huffed, turning off the engine.
   I kept walking while forcing myself not to turn around. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me, but I chose to ignore them. A bead of sweat rolled down my back. I had no idea what he was planning in mind, but I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like it.
   I couldn’t hold it longer. I couldn’t stand ignoring him and I was dying to know what he was planning to do to get me ride with him. I turned around to face him quickly. I bumped right into his rock hard chest. Ouch! My poor little nose! He looked a little shocked to see me not ignoring him anymore.
   “What evil master plan do you have in mind?” I asked him suspiciously.
   He had both his hands shoved into his jean pockets. Oddly, nothing looked suspicious about him. He looked like a normal hot guy taking a walk. I narrowed my eyes at him as he looked around him with confusion.
  “What?” he asked.
   “What are you doing?”
   “Walking.” He answered in a ‘duh’ tone.
   “Where’s your bike then?”
   “Parked in the middle of the street.”
   “What?!” I screamed at him, looking at the street behind him.
   Sure enough, his motorcycle was parked right in the middle of the road without any care in the world. Thank god there were no cars around, or a car would’ve run it over.
   “You can’t just park it in the middle of the road like that!” I shrieked at him.
  “Why not?”
   “The cops would tow it, or a car might run it over!”
   He shrugged. “Whatever, my stepdad’s rich, he’ll pay for it.”
   I just stared at him in shock. He had no care in the world.

“Besides, I can get a new one anyway.” He just shrugged like it was nothing. “I’ll name the new one ‘Rosie caused this’.” 

   Even though my dad was rich, he was nothing compared to Axel’s step dad. And even if I were that rich, I wouldn’t be that careless or carefree as him.
   “Please! Go re-park it.”

“No, I’m not moving it unless you ride with me.”

   So this was his way of getting me to ride with him. 
   Don’t give in! Don’t give in!
  “Fine!” I huffed.
   How could you just give in like that?! 
   I felt like slapping myself, but I didn’t after seeing the cute boyish grin on Axel’s face. He ran back to his motorcycle and started the engine before driving it over to me. He handed me a helmet before grabbing me by the waist and helping me get on.
   Boy, this was going to be a long ride. 
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