The Bad Boy Hit Me In The Face With A Baseball Bat (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12- They think I'm gay

I laid on top of Flynn. He had his arms wrapped around me.

"I asked you to take me into my house,"I looked at him with a smile,"Not into yours."

He kissed me. "You didn't stop me." He looked at my lips. "You wanted to come here, but you didn't know how to say it."

I blushed. "Wow, Flynn. You caught me."

"So much sarcasm. It's hot,"he lifted my shirt.

I grabbed his wrist. "Kissing buddies, Skylar."

He let it go.

I slowly leaned in and started kissing him.

He smiled. "You know all this black on you is a turn off."

"Good. It's not like I want you turned on, or anything."

He chuckled, then laid me back on the bed. He held my hands and pinned them to the bed, shoving his fingers between mine. He started kissing my neck, then my chest.

"Flynn,"I looked at him," We should stop."

"But I don't want to,"his breath hit my skin.

"Flynn."

"Flynn!,"Ms. Friday called out for downstairs,"Heather's here for you."

He quickly got up.

I sat up on the bed. "What do we do?"

"We..,"he looked at me scratching his head,"...We were studying."

"But what would they think? I mean, I'm in your room."

"Don't worry about. They think you're gay, so."

I froze. "They what now?"

"You told Heather that you're gay, and she told my mom."

"Did..did your mom tell anyone?"

"I don't-"

The door opened.

I quickly grabbed a book and opened it.

"Hey, babe," Heather kissed Flynn, but he seemed uncomfortable. Not guilty, uncomfortable. The "I'm tired of you" uncomfortable. "Hi Harley."

"Hey,"I looked at the book.

"You guys studyin'? What subject?"

I shouted Spanish and Flynn shouted English Lit.

"She's studying Spanish and I'm about to go study English Lit,"he pushed his hands in his pockets.

She walked over to me and looked at the book. "You're studyin' Spanish from Flynn's Geography notebook? What are you lookin' for? The map of Cuba?"

I shut the book. "Okay, Heather. I'm not gonna lie to you."

Flynn's eyes grew.

"We were,"I looked at him with an evil smile,"gossiping."

"Gossiping?,"she sat next to me.

"Yeah."

"About what exactly?"

"The hot girls at school,"Flynn scratched his head.

She looked at him.

"Harley can't seem to find anyone to...match up with?,"he looked at me.

I shook my head at him.

She looked back at me. "Is this true Harley?"

"Yeah," I smiled,"but it's fine. I'm not desperate."

"Don't worry. I'll find you someone,"she stood up.

"It's fine. Don't stress yourself out."

"I'm not. There are plenty of lesbos at my school. They'll love you."

I almost barfed. I couldn't believe one lie could lead to this.

"Anyway, I'll leave two so you can study. I've got assignments myself." She kissed Flynn and then walked out of the room.

He sighed. "I was so worried there,"he sat on the bed,"Nice save."

"Save?,"I pushed his shoulder. "You better save my butt before I becoming the further focus of this neighborhood. Tell your mother that I'm straight and get your crazy girlfriend to ditch her whole..blind date plan."

"Harley,"he chuckled,"Heather isn't really going to set you up with anyone. She just wants you to like her."

I groaned and laid back on the bed. "This is insane."

He smiled and leaned over me, kissing my forehead. "Don't worry about it."

He kissed my forehead. Is that some kind of sign?