The Bad Boy of Mine

Chapter 5 ll I feel special.

After that, both of us fell into an awkward silence. Thoughts that I thought I would be able to push back into the back of mind, emotions that I thought I would be able to restrain them from flowing out from the bottom of my heart, sorrow and sympathy for myself, all of them engulfed me. My arms weakened. My eyelids drooped. I let my head dropped to Chris' broad shoulder. 

Wait. Wait wait wait. Chris' shoulder? 

I sprang back up into my original upright position and began apologizing.

"I'm so sorry. Really sorry. I'm just.. I felt tired and pathetic. It's like no one likes me and the world hates me. My life sucks and I suck even more at being a human. I feel so ugly. I don't know what came over but I just felt weak and restless. I'm-" 

My mini rambling session was cut short when Chris wrapped his warm hand around the back of my neck. He brought my head down, resting it on his shoulder. 

"Shhh. Stay in this position."

I nodded and inched closer to Chris. Warmth radiated off his body, making me wanting to move nearer to him. 

Don't go there, Zoey. Don't.

"Listen here, Zoey." Chris began. I shifted my gaze and attention to Chris. I stared at him, urging him to carry on. "You're not pathetic and puh-lease, you are one of the most beautiful girl that I have ever met. You don't put on tonnes of make up on your face and you look beautiful already. Your life wouldn't suck as much as mine. Mine sucks. Don't ever think that you look ugly and you don't suck. Yeah? Please, promise me, Zoey, don't think of yourself that way. Me, Seth, Levi, Jacob and Caden will be here, 24/7, ready to help you with any problems." Chris took a deep breath after finishing his speech.

I wasn't really quite sure whether to say I'm amused or surprised that Chris would say all of that to me. I'm certainly surprised, never in a million light years would I thought I would have the slightest chance to see this side of Chris. This caring, sympathetic and at the same time, mind if I add, attractive side of him. Always, he puts on this cold and heartless demeanor, which unquestionably makes others to judge him. They classify him as a 'Bad boy', as 'trouble', as 'bad news', but in fact, he has this soft side of him which not many, unlike me, has the chance to encounter.

I feel special.

I fixated my eyes on his. His cerulean orbs never leaving mine. Again, a flash of emotion that I can't seem to decipher suffused his eyes. I leaned towards him and did the unexpected. 

I hugged Chris. 

Yolo, they say.

I felt him tensed up under my tight embrace. Only after a few seconds later, his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer into his lap. I inhaled his scent and snuggled into his chest. 

"Thank you." my voice came out muffled against his shirt. 

"No problem, bambi."

"Bambi? Seriously? That's an awful pet name." I chuckled quietly under the embrace.

Chris' chest rumbled as he let out a low laugh. We pulled away from each other and he stood up, pulling me up together with him at the same time. I was smoothing out my shirt when Chris locked his iron grip on my elbow. I turned to look at him to find him staring at me with much intensity. The air around us instantly electrified. My heart was thumping embarrassingly loud. His hand reached out to brush the area of skin under my eyes. Chills travelled down my spine and butterflies took over the vacancy in my stomach upon the contact. My breathing hitched when he inched closer to me.

"I'm always here for you." His voice came out husky and soft. I nodded numbly and Chris continued. "Don't listen to Gianna. She's being a bitch." 

"You saw?" I asked, clearly surprised. I never knew he saw Gianna mouthing those words to me. 

"I'm not blind, Zoey." I raised an eyebrow and nodded quietly. "So, can we go now? The boys are waiting for us at your locker." 

"Sure thing." 

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"No way."

"Pretty please?"

"No thank you."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Nope."

"Pretty pretty please with cherry and double whipped cream on top?"

"I'm on a diet. No thanks."

"Oh come on! Zoey, why are you so stubborn?"

"Oh come on! Evelyn, why are you so irritating?"

"Because I'm awesome this way. Just go to the party please? It's my cousin's birthday after all."

You see, Evelyn has been bugging me for the past twenty minutes to attend her cousin's birthday party. She obviously has some comprehending problem(just like the boys). The number of times I said 'no' to her, is as much as the times I said 'yes' to ice cream. Yes, just that much. 

"He's your cousin! Not mine!"

"He's hot! I can introduce him to you!"

"Are you seriously doing this to me?"

"Yes, I'm dead serious." before I had the chance to rebuke to her statement, she added. "Oh wait. I get it. I get it now."

"Get what?" I asked, discombobulated by her constant disturbances and nonsense.

"I know why you wouldn't want to go to the party." I could picture her smirking confidently on the other side of the phone.

"Please enlighten me then."

"Chris."

"Excuse me?" I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

"It's Chris! You are going out with him, right?"

"What?! No!" a blush instantly crept onto my cheeks and ears. My heart was jumping like it was a young kangaroo on steroids

"You are blushing right now, aren't you?" 

Is she psychic?

"Yes. I'm a psychic. But I'm more of a genius."

"I don't care. I'm not going out with Chris."

"Fine, then go to the party."

"Fine!" I huffed angrily. 

"Friday, I'll be at your place by 7." she cheered excitedly and I hung up the call.

What have I gotten myself into?