The Badboy Hit My Chest

Chapter 9 - You're Obsessed

I gain consciousness and sight beside me noticing Malcolm not in my bed. I guess he went home last night , but I don't know what time he left.

I reach my phone into my bedside table, surprisingly I notice a note. It's written 'Wear your best bikini, I'll be here at 10 am' and there's his name written at the bottom, Malcolm. Since when did this came up in his mind?

I look at my phone and my mouth dropped open slightly. It's quarter to ten already. Oh crap! I need to find my swimsuit that mom gave me last year. I haven't worn it yet because I'm not self-assured enough to show my body. Well maybe I'll just swim with my tshirt on.

I need to get ready he will stop by here soon.

A few minutes later I got all done. I wear my blue - flower detailed two piece underneath my white tshirt under my maroon hoodie and a pair of leggings. After a few seconds later, there's a honking sound coming outside. There he is.

"Wait!" I shouted enough for him to hear.

I place my phone inside my pocket rushing downstairs.

"Zup dorky?" he wears a sunglasses with a black t shirt on and his white nike shorts. I swear he looks so hot.

"You got a name for me" I squint, hopping in the shotgun seat.

"You like that?"

"No! It's disgusting" I disapproved.

"So you mean yourself disgusting" he simpered

"What a dope" I grumble

"I heard that" knitting his brows while starting the engine.

"Where are your friends?" I gaze in the backseat.

"They're not coming" he said solemnly driving.

"So there's only the two of us?" I asked suspiciously

"Obviously?"

I sigh while he drives in silence until he finally turned a cornered gaze on me.

"You know, I've been thinking about last night" he pauses clearing his throat. "I didn't get to explain to you about my dad"

"It's fine, not necessarily for you to tell"

No, you don't have to. I don't want you to whimper that back again.

"B-u-t this time" he stammered "I want to tell you something"

"About what?" I asked faintly

"I'll take you there first" he suddenly drives faster and my breath abruptly trembles in disbelief.

"For Pete's sake Malcolm, slow down!" I yell

"Hang on, we're almost there"

I am holding my breath, closing my eyes hoping that this won't take long or I'll be dead before we get there because of panic attack.

Fortunately, the car stop and Malcolm hop out.

"How's the ride?" he smirked. Damn this guy is killing me inside.

"Terrible and please don't do it again!"

I wander my eyes around. This is a cemetery. We entered and nobody's around. There's a lot of dead leaves from a fallen tree in the old graveyard, seems like there's no relative visiting a long time ago.

We walk across the tree and Malcolm suddenly stopped.

In front of us is a headstone marked David Fox. I think that's his father.