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Chapter 35 TEQUILA & FIREFLIES

“Ladies first,” Axel said while letting go of my hand and grabbing my waist.

“It's too dark to see my ass, you know?”

“Near the top it won't be as dark,” he nudged me towards the large pile of junk. “Consider yourself lucky you aren’t wearing a skirt.”

“Leggings are just as bad,” I grumbled before wiggling out of his iron grip.

It wasn't that steep of a climb to be honest, it was like climbing up a hill. I took careful blind steps up the pile of junk. Surprisingly it wasn't that bad. I heard the scraps of junk crunch beneath my feet. Stepping on the tires were the most stable. The hard rubber beneath my feet gave me comfort that I wouldn’t fall through. Thank god I had sneakers on.

“Keep going,” Axel said from somewhere below me. I bit my lip and concentrated on taking my steps. I took slow steady steps to make sure I wouldn't fall through the junk. I didn’t want to fall on Axel.

My inner self giggled at the thought. Of course I wanted to fall on Axel. I wanted to feel his hard toned body pressed up against mine. I mentally slapped myself, now wasn't the right time to fantasize about him. “About that box turtle porn...” his voice was laced with amusement.

“Drop it, Axel.”

“Aw, you're not calling me prince?” I could just imagine him pouting while saying that.

“Why, you want me to?” I retorted while climbing the pile of junk.

“Someone's grumpy.”

“No thanks to you.” I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see it. “Why are we even climbing this.”

“I’m just tryna’ get a good look at your ass.”

I pursed my lips, trying to avoid any pieces of metal that I’d fall through.

“You're grumpy because I'm staring at your ass?” he asked, sounding amused. “Sorry, it's just so hard to keep my eyes off that beauty.”

“No-yes-no-that's not the reason I'm grumpy,” I snapped, “I’m just tryna’ concentrate here.”

“What do you need to concentrate for? I could climb this pile of shit with my eyes closed.”

I rolled my eyes at him even though I knew he couldn’t see it.

“Quit rolling your eyes.”

Was he psychic?

Before I could even reply, he took the opportunity to say more.

“I know you a little better than you think I do,” he chuckled.

He did?

After taking a few more steps up I was on top of the pile of junk. There was a couch sitting on the top. How the hell did someone get a couch up here? It looked dangerous as hell.

“How'd you get this thing up here?” I asked, slightly shocked at the old couch in front of me.

“Magic,” he said before pulling out his lighter. He grabbed an old jar from beside the couch with a candle in it and lit the candle up making the place glow a little brighter. I could see his face clearly above the candle light.

“There is no such thing as magic,” I replied before taking a seat on the old couch. It looked really dirty, but my legs were killing me. I was too afraid to shift in the seat, was the thing even stable?

He gasped, “You just killed a fairy.”

He was lucky he had his bad boy image, or everyone would assume he was a softy. Considering he quoted Peter Pan and fairies.

“The bad boy watched Peter Pan?”

“We were all kids once, oh- and be my guest, take a seat,” he said sarcastically since I was already seated. He plopped down next to me, making the sofa dip. I almost had a heart attack. I didn’t want the sofa to end up sliding off the hill of junk.

“How romantic,” I said in a flat tone.

“That's a first,” he smirked before looking away and staring at the view in front of us, “impressive, ain’t it?”

I turned and looked at the view in front of us. The sky was dark but a million stars shone bright in the sky. Okay, I was exaggerating again. But the number of stars shining in the sky was just amazing. I had never seen so many stars in the sky before. Around us we were surrounded by nothing but fields. A few house lights shone here and there. We were really far out in the country.

Below us a few lights shone but disappeared quickly.

“Fireflies,” he whispered in my ear.

I turned to look at him, but my nose brushed his nose making my face heat up. He bent over to the jar with the candle and put it behind the couch, letting the dark surround around us.

“Why'd you do that for? Now I can't-”

Suddenly, a small bright light shone in front of me making me shut up. A little firefly was flying passed us. I stared at it in awe, everything I was going to say about the dark before disappeared in my throat. “They fly up this high?” I whispered, staring at the firefly. I had never been high up in the sky outdoors before. It was definitely something new for me.

“You look so young when you're all fascinated,” he chuckled while staring at me.

“Is that an insult or a compliment?” I stared into his emerald green eyes that shone bright in the dark. I was captivated by him. My heart was beating rapidly against my chest. I swear, I almost had a heart attack.

Thump.

“Compliment,” he replied, still staring at me.

Suddenly he turned around, leaving me feeling empty inside. He got up and lifted up a pillow beneath him revealing a bottle of Tequila. He grabbed the bottle and sat back down.

“First swing?” he popped the cap off and offered the bottle to me.

I was about to deny his offer, but everything about Cleo and Jaxon flooded back to me. I accepted the bottle from him and took a swing from it. The liquid burned my throat as it went down. It stung at first, but the feeling after was worth it. I coughed after drinking it before passing the bottle back to him.

“I’m a terrible influence,” he said to himself.

“If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be doing worse.”

He covered up his guilt by taking a swing from the bottle. “I’m corrupting an innocent princess.”

Every time he called me princess, my heart fluttered crazily. Call me corny, but it was true. It was probably just a random nickname from the events that occurred, but I just couldn't help but to feel special.

I bit my lip while staring at his perfect form. Prince Charming drinking tequila, I've never heard that before. I giggled at the thought. Axel turned to me with raised eyebrows. “Are you giggling at me?”

I giggled even more, “maybe.”

“Princess Flower dares to laugh at Prince Badass?” he joked.

“I am stronger than you think I am, Prince.” I meant it as a joke, but he took it seriously.

His eyes suddenly softened, “I know.” He looked away. “I'm sorry for all those times at school when I didn't help you. I was just- I didn't know how to react or what to do around you. I usually keep to myself-”

I pressed my index finger against his soft lips. “It's okay, you didn't know me. You didn’t notice me.” I laughed, but he frowned.

“That's not true, I noticed you since the first day of school.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “sure," I said in an unconvincing tone, “you wouldn’t notice someone like me.”

“But I did-”

I wasn’t buying it, “prove it.”

“How?”

“I don’t know, but if you really did notice me… then prove it.”

I was fully convinced he didn’t notice I existed until this year. He had never glanced my way. He was just trying to make me feel better about myself.

“First day of school… middle school. I remember it pretty well. You were wearing a pair of shorts, an oversized white t-shirt that said ‘Princess’, and a pair of black high top converse. You had your hair up in a ponytail, and had blue bands in your braces.

You walked through the school doors with some kid who had a ginger afro- which I soon later learned his name was Jaxon. I saw you talk to Layla on the first day of school since she was new too. You told her your name and she disliked you immediately.

You met your emo friend in the school cafeteria while you were throwing your trash away. You two became friends right away because she was an outcast like you. You never got in trouble. You seemed to not mind being off the radar at school… self defense mechanism if you ask me.

Freshman year Layla threw a math text book in your direction and it hit your face. That gave you a black eye, and Matt tripped you, giving you a bruise right in the middle of your forehead. I'm not going to mention all the horrible things they did to you… this is just to prove that yes, I did notice you. And just about 3 weeks ago, or less than that, I witnessed you getting soup dumped on you when you were standing in line right behind me,” he finished. “I had to get out of there to stop myself from punching the bitch right in the face.”

   My mouth hung open in shock.
   He noticed me.
   He noticed everything.
   Even the slightest details I barely remembered…
   He did.
   From what I wore from the first day of middle school… to the things that happened during freshman year… till now…

He saw everything.

I was left speechless after his little speech. I didn't know what to think.

My head was a giant mess right now. I didn't know what to think, I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to feel. A little part of me was angry at him for not stepping in to help me at all, but he had his own problems at home.

“I-I-” I stuttered, not knowing what to say.

He left me speechless. How come he had that effect on me when no one else did? I grabbed the bottle and took a swing from it. The liquid still burned down my throat, but it wasn't as bad as the first time. It actually made me think straight.

“Still speechless?” he smirked at me.

“You wish.”

“Well then Princess, my wish came true.”

“Whatever, ass,” I chuckled, because his initials did spell ass. “Or should I say, Prince Boner.”

“What'd you just call me?” he gasped.

“You heard me.”

He grabbed both my hands and pushed me down on the couch before crawling on top of me. His legs rested on either sides of my hips and my hands were pinned above my head. “Say it again. Say it to my face,” he said in my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

“I-I don't have to." I tried to sound confident but failed.

He chuckled in my ear, “I can stay here like this all night.”

I swallowed. Ah shit, what the hell was I supposed to do? A firefly landed in his blonde hair. “There's a firefly on your hair,” I told him.

He gave me a flat look. “I'm not stupid.”

“I'm not lying.” I struggled to get out from under him, but I couldn't. A part inside of me didn't want to get out of the position, while the other part wanted to be straddling him instead, “get off.”

“Push me off.”

I tried, but failed. “Get. Off. Of. Me. Right. Now.” I growled, attempting to be serious. Instead, I learned a laugh from him.

“You're so cute when you try to look angry.”Even in situations like this he managed to make me blush. “Just say what you said to my face and I'll think about letting go.”

“This isn't fair,” I pouted.

“Life isn't fair sweetheart,” he smiled sweetly down at me.

I glared up at him. “Just let me go.”

“Nah.”

I stared at the firefly crawling onto his forehead. “The firefly is on your forehead now.”

“You can’t lie to me,” he smirked.

“I'm serious, there's a firefly on your forehead.” I said, still staring at the insect.

“You know, you're actually a pretty convincing liar,” he chuckled.

“I'm not fucking lying,” I groaned.

“Princesses aren't supposed to swear you know?”

I watched the firefly crawl from his forehead onto his nose.

“It's on your nose.”

He scoffed at me. “You really think I'm that-” he shut up when he saw the firefly on his nose. His emerald green eyes widened at the bug. “Holy shit! Get it off!”

“How am I supposed to get it off you with my hands pinned to my head?” I asked annoyed.

“I don't know! I don't want to touch it!”

“You're afraid of fireflies yet you brought me here?”

   “Well they've never landed on me before!” he sounded so funny when he was panicked.
   “I don’t want to hurt it! I'm not scared of fireflies, I just...” he trailed off while looking at the poor firefly on his nose in fear. He squirmed on top of me while shaking it.
   “Get it off!” He squirmed on top of me. It almost felt like he was grinding against me. I personally didn’t mind it.

“How?”

“Just blow it!”

“Blow it?”

“Yeah, do it quickly!” he said panting from his little fit.

“I don't know...” I trailed off with a smirk on my face. So the big scary bad boy was scared of fireflies landing on him. I took note of that for later.

“Please!” he said, he looked like a frightened little girl. I had to hold back my laughter.

“Fine, you owe me,” I said before blowing the firefly off his nose. It flew away.

He sighed in relief, “thank god.”

“What the hell is going on?!” a voice screamed from Axel’s pocket.

   Both our eyes widened at the voice.
   What the hell?
   “Shit!” Axel cursed while pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I must've accidently pressed a button when that thing was on me…” he trailed off with an apologetic look on his face.

I shook my head at him while biting my lip. He put the phone up to his ear. “Butt dial.”

“Who is it?” I mouthed.

He either mouthed back Justin or Dustin, I couldn't tell. “No,” he said to the twin on the phone.

“What'd he say?” I mouthed to him, but Axel was looking in another direction.

“None of your business,” he said to the person on the other end of the call.

I stayed quiet.

“No.”

Moments passed of only the other party speaking.

“It's not what it sounded like-”

What sounded like?

“She’s fucking fine!”

Axel was pissed off.

“Cut the crap, Dustin.” Axel snapped.

Jeez, what did Dustin say?

“Don't tell me what to do, I do what I want.”

Axel was getting angrier by the second.

“I don’t owe you a fucking explanation.”

If I were Dustin I would've shut up and listened to what Axel had to say.

“If you don’t fuck off and leave us to our business, I swear I’ll go over there right now and kick your ass.”

“Axel, what's going on?” I asked.

“See? She's perfectly fine.”

“I'm fine, what's going on?”

“No! How many times do I have to fucking tell you?! The answer is fucking no! Nothing happened! Even if something did, I don't have to fucking explain everything to you! You're not her fucking dad,” he yelled into the phone.

What the hell did Dustin say to piss him off like that?

Axel ran a hand through his hair. “Find someone else to care about,” his voice was stone cold.

I heard Dustin apologize on the other end, but Axel hung up on him shortly after without saying another word.

“What was that about?” I asked, hesitating whether or not to touch him arm.

He turned to me with slightly messy hair. “Do you really want to know?”

I nodded eagerly. Of course I would want to know what they were talking about. I was standing here for a while listening to their weird conversation over the phone.

“Dustin thought you were blowing me.”

“But I was blowing you. I was blowing the firefly off of you-”

“Uh… by blowing I mean… giving me a blowjob,” he told me honestly. “It’s none of his business anyway, but he just heard me tell you to blow it and he assumed… because he thinks of me that lowly.”

“D-Dustin seriously t-t-thought that?” I stuttered out. My cheeks felt hotter than a pavement on a summer’s day.

He nodded, “he thinks I’m the kind of person who’d force myself on someone.”

I started laughing for some reason. “You couldn’t force myself on me, even if you wanted to.”

He looked at me like I had grown a second head, “I wouldn’t in the first place.”

I just kept laughing, “because I’d let you take me,” I tapped his foot with mine.

He just smiled oddly, “Rosaline, are you drunk already?”

I couldn't reply because I was laughing so hard. Why was it so funny? I had no idea, I just kept laughing. I laughed so hard I snorted.

Axel started laughing, “Did you just snort?”

My laughing no longer sounded normal, it sounded like I was having an asthma attack. By the time I stopped laughing there were tears running down my face. “Maybe,” I giggled. I ended up snorting again.

   Axel laughed.
   He actually laughed.
   It was the most genuine I had seen him laugh. It wasn’t one of those snickers, smirks, or chuckles… it was a full laugh. I

“I'm impressed my princess knows how to snort,” he laughed while throwing himself on the couch with me.

My princess...
At that moment I forgot about all my worries. I forgot about everything, I forgot my cheating step mother, I forgot about Jaxon and Layla, I forgot about the whole world.

The only thing I was concentrating on was Axel laughing on the couch right beside me. We both laughed until we couldn't breathe. Though we eventually stopped, we still grinned at each other like idiots.

He wrapped his arms around me before pulling me into his chest. I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeats while staring up at the fireflies around us. He inhaled deeply before closing his eyes to rest.

I looked up at the clear sky, and how the stars seemed to shine just for us.

I had felt so lonely before. Like no one was truly there for me, I couldn’t trust anyone with my heart. But with him, I felt like I could be myself. He was slowly setting me free. It was odd how he kept putting a bit of distance between us sometimes, almost to stop me from relying on him too much.

But right now, in his arms, I felt so free.
My heart was chained to him, but I felt so free to do what I wanted.

“I love you,” I said in barely a whisper.
I had no idea if he heard me or not, but when I glanced at him through the corner of my eye he was already asleep with the cutest smile on his face.

Even if he didn’t hear it, I felt like I got it off my chest.

~*~

Crush on Mr. Bad Boy by Lilly Purdon (35)

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