The Bad Boy's Good Girl

26. "Don't Dry Hump On My Carpet."

So it goes from drama to fluff really quickly. Rushed, but the writer's block hit me hard for a bit, sorry :X

I see some people are confused by the ending of 25. Hopefully this clears it up :) More of a filler, by the way.

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Well there's no way out of this, so let's stay in.

Every storm that comes, also comes to and end.

Oh, resistance,

Is useless.

Just two kids stupid and fearless.

Like a bullet, shooting a livestock,

 There's only one way down this road.

(Time-Bomb - All Time Low)

Recap: 

For a long moment we sit there, enveloped in each other's arms, just keeping out lips locked. I don't know what time it is. I don't know where we are. Hell, I don't know who I am, I'm just kissing Drew Steele.

I love you.

"I love you," I gasp, my hands tugging on his hair.

Everything freezes.

Oh shit.

***

My eyes are wide as I stare into his. Nothing. He doesn't say anything.

I roll my lips into my mouth, my eyes still locked with his. Rejection, bittersweet rejection floods through me like a wildfire. How can I be so stupid? Why did I say that?

"I..." I begin, but find no ground to stand on. "I..."

"What?" He whispers, his voice so soft and high I almost don't hear him.

I swallow. "I..." Dammit, what's wrong with me? I've said it once. What is there to lose? His eyes are pale, so pale they are almost clear. So blue ... beautiful.

"Dylan," Drew sighs, shifting until I'm off his lap and sitting alone on the couch. I instinctively press my hands over my heart, finding it's beat faster than ever. 

I'm an idiot. Why? Why does my heart seem to go for him?

Drew swallows, his gaze meeting mine once again. "Why me?"

I chuckle nervously. "That's what I'm asking myself."

Clenching his jaw, his eyes shift uncomfortably from mine. "I think..." this time it's him finding it hard to speak. "I - I think..."

I'm suddenly angry. I don't know why. Maybe it's because this is all one-sided? I'm falling for a guy who isn't falling back? Angry tears fill my eyes and he looks like he regrets something, like he's hurt me. That isn't the case. 

"You think, what?" I spit mockingly, shoving myself up and standing on shaky legs. I take a riffed breath, wiping away whatever's fallen down my cheeks.

"I ... I can't," he frowns, taking a deep breath.

"Quite the Casanova, aren't we?" I'm raising my voice, riling myself up. "You can't keep doing this to me, Drew!"

"I'm not trying to hurt you," he mutters, ruffling his hair. 

"Then what?" I whisper, almost desperately. "You are hurting me, don't you see?" I clench my hands, drawing my eyes to his almost painfully. It hurts to look at him. Maybe I'm overreacting? Covering my eyes, I wish for this to all be a dream.