The Bad Boy's Wishes (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 24: Come on you prude!

Chapter 24

“What is she doing here?” The boy with dark hair and grey eyes, asks. His otherwise adorable face was pulled up in mild outrage and his eyes were narrowed into slits.

Now when Nick said he had a surprise in mind, it wasn't like I was expecting wild pony rides or anything, but I didn't expect to be taking the little devil Tom Branigan out for ice-cream. Nope that never came to mind.

I was torn between glaring at the seven year old boy and just sighing in despair. So instead I just settled on doing neither and forcing a strained smile “Hey” I say meekly, offering him an awkward looking wave.

Nick snorts, making me shoot him daggers with my eyes.

He merely sends me one of those heart stopping grins and turns to his brother “She is called Ashley. And she is coming because I said so” Nick says, sounding much like a bossy child himself.

Inwardly I smirk in amusement, and pick at the shirt which showed a slice of my stomach. Briefly I wondered exactly when it was that I felt comfortable in clothes like these? I remember when I almost felt like hiding in a hole whenever someone looked at me in these type of clothes.

Tom, frowns and I almost want to coo, but of course the boy has a mouth even fouler than his brothers and all those thoughts flew out of the window. “I didn't know she was the type to stick around”

My jaw drops and I stammer for a plausible reply, but Nick smacks him upside the head and frowns “Don't talk about her like that Tom. What has mum said about watching your manners anyway?”

He scuffs his shoes against the floor and shrugs “What it's not like any of the others have” he mumbles.

I feel a little strange knowing that Nick must have had a fare amount of special friends coming round for Tom to assume that all the time, but I push it away. I wasn't going to be the type to whine over his past flings.

“Tom!” Nick snaps, and if I wasn't mistaken he was blushing but even that couldn't hide the look of guilt and was that self disgust? …

“Whatever” Tom mutters “Let's just go” and begins to walk off ahead of us. He really was a little devil and I felt extremely sorry Nick and his family for needing to deal with him. I also felt guilty for my thoughts.

“Hey” Nick mumbles, nudging my chin up to meet his eyes “I'm sorry about him. He doesn't take well to strangers, but he'll warm up to you … I'm sorry about what he said to you as well” He winces, and rubs the back of his neck.

I smile and shrug “It's no problem” I say honestly and start walking to catch up to Tom.

Nick instantly eats up the ground with his long strides and smirks down at me, his beautifully smoky grey eyes dancing mischievously. “Don't worry by the way” he whispers “This isn't the surprise”

I blush at the thought of my thoughts being that transparent to him “I wasn't worried!” I deny instantly, my voice going a little too high to be believable.

“Mmm hmm” he says.

“I wasn't!” I say even louder.

He smirks and nods along mockingly “I know I believe you Little Rebel”

I frown and shove him half heartedly “Jerk” I mumble, causing him to chuckle.

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We spent an hour or so in the ice-cream shop. Nick was right, Tom started to warm up to me. It may have been a very small difference but he would something smirk at the things I said, or even stand up for me slightly when Nick teased me too much.