The Bad Boy's Good Girl

21. "Don't Delete It, You're Beautiful."

Personally think the first half is pretty boring. So disappointed in myself. Sorry :X ~Jayy

DISCLAIMER: I am not in college, therefore I do not know the names of headmasters and people who run arts units. So yeah. All of my characters are fictional, this work is purely fictional, and any relation to the characters is purely coincidental.

Now, let's get on with it...

NOT EDITED

You just need me to be stable

But I won't be able

To keep it together again

Now don't pretty please me,

You're not making it easy

To slow me down.

(Sing Sing - Marianas Trench)

I smooth out my dark blue dress. It's strapless, and falls to my knees perfectly, whilst being cinched at the waist. Biting my lip, I look into the mirror. My hair is up in a top knot that is clean enough to be elegant, yet messy enough to not look like a God damn prude.

I sigh. Drew is coming here in about ten minutes, saying he needs to go make himself look like a classy man whore. I didn't care - he's hot anyway.

I slowly drag my hands up and down my bare arms. The dim light just accentuates my pale legs, and my dark eyes look even darker.

I look bad ass.

Taking a deep breath, I strike a preppy pose, and grin like I've just won the lottery. Or kissed Drew Steele. Each have the same level of euphoria.

My phone rings on my nightstand. I hold my breath, and take my phone in my hands.

Drew.

I hold back a grin as I raise the phone to my ear, pressing the cool screen to my over-heated skin. 

"Yeah?" I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Open the door," I can tell he's grinning.

"You can just ring the doorbell," I roll my eyes, and let my smile break free. I still pick up my silver heels and bag, though, and sprint out the open door. Taking the stairs my two, my heart skips a beat when I see a silhouette standing at the door through the window. 

I try to calm myself down as I unlock the door and twist the knob, bringing the door in and finally, finally seeing him.

"Hey," I breathe. He gapes openly, at my face, not at my body. Fire immediately creeps up to my cheeks.

"Hi," he finally sends me a grin. I smile back, and, suddenly, a bright light flashes, then a click. I immediately widen my eyes and back away. Once I regain composure, he's smirking and holding up a familiar shape.

"My camera!" I cry joyfully. "My God, hand it over!"

He chuckles, and holds it out.

No neck strap, I observe cynically. But, then, I just hug the camera to my chest and feel like I want to cry in joy. 

"Thank you, thank you," I repeat, going through the film. I find the picture he took. I look like I'm going to get assaulted. "Ugh," I mutter, going to delete it.

"No," he reaches out and stops my hand. "Don't delete it, you're beautiful."

I smile, as my heart picks up speed. He inclines his head toward the street.