Taming the Bad Boy (Rourtney) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 2

"You're telling my that on your first day of school, you've manage to make an enemy? Damn Courtney, what am I supposed to do with you?" Kristen cries in disbelief and delightfulness. Why was she delighted? The world never know. "And you make enemies with Laura? She's your typical popular mean girl." Kristen blabs on and on about Laura this and Laura that, but I wasn't listening. I was thinking, more like worrying about Ross. I haven't seen him in a whole week. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings in anyway when I told him not to touch me, it is just that his hands were covered in blood and I thought I might have puked if someone else's blood got anywhere near me. Oh who am I kidding, Ross probably doesn't even what I say, Most likely, he's just cutting classes again. The dreadful though that Ross's absence is all my fault, is eating me up. So, during lunch I go to find Shawn. Shawn is obviously the only person Ross talks to, so Shawn might know Ross's whereabouts.
"Um, hi Shawn?" I greet him in more of a question form. Shawn's arm is wrapped around a girl's shoulder, and they seem like they are having a very intimate conversation, considering they are having a tongue battle. 
"Oh what's up Courtney?" Shawn gives me a small smile. I ignore the girls glaring daggers at me. I just want to know where Ross is. 
"U-um do you know where Ro-Ross is?" I quickly stammer, trying to play it cool. Shawn's smile widens and I can see his pearly white teeth.
"Of course I do. What kind of best friend would I be? Haha." I give him a weak smile in return. "I'll take you the see Ross after school, alright?" I hastily nod and scurry off, barely saying a thanks. 

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The whole day I couldn't concentrate on anything, except where Shawn would be taking me. Where could Ross be? Oh gosh, I hope it's a place with no blood. Finally, the final bell rings signaling the end of school. I bolt out of my chair and out of the classroom. To be honest, I don't know why I am in such a rush to see Ross. I've known him for maybe two weeks now, and we've never had a real conversation before. I guess I need to know if he's safe. "COURTNEY!!" Shawn's loud voice booms across the parking lot. My lips curve up into a smile, just the person I'm looking for."Hop in," Shawn says as he starts the engine to his car. Before I can buckle my seat belt, we are off to find Ross. 

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The first stop was a rundown gym. I nervously step out of Shawn's car and wrap my hands together. "Are we in the right place?" I ask. Shawn nods and ushers me through the door. The gym/ garage, is a dark with only one light bulb hanging in the middle of the room. It is casting off an eerie glow. The only other things in the gym were a bench and a punching bag. "What is this place?" I ask quietly.
"Ross's training room...." Shawn trails off. He looks like he wants to say more but clears his throat and resume his happy go lucky personality. "Anyways! Looks like Ross isn't here. My bad." Shawn chuckles and forces a smile. "Come on let's go to his next most visited place." While we are in the car, I think. Why would Ross have a training room, and why was it so spooky? I imagine a shirtless Ross, in all of his glory, punching the living daylights out of the bag. Sweat would be dripping down his face, his chest, his wonderful abs- I slap myself. Just because Ross is attractive doesn't mean I have a porn video of him playing in my head. Hearing the sound of my slap, Shawn turns to look at me with a bewildered expression. "Uh... Are you okay?" I sheepishly nod and resume staring out the window of his car. 
The next stop was something I never could imagined. I was thinking maybe a sketchy ally, or a drug store, maybe an abandoned house. But no, it is a park. A public park. I furrow my brows in confusion and ask, 
"Are you sure we're in the right place?" Shawn just smirks and drags me along. He leads me out of the public's eye and into a patch of trees. On a wooden bend in the middle of the ring if Ross. The sunlight peeking through the lush green trees, shining beams on Ross's face. He looks so peaceful and content. With light beaming on his chiseled face, Ross looks like a Greek god. I kid you not. I took in a sharp breath at his beauty. God, he is beautiful. As if he knew I was staring, Ross slowly opens his eyes and acknowledges me with a cold stare. 
"What's she doing here?" he spits, saying the word 'she; as if it were poisonous. I flinch at his harsh words. He must hate me, otherwise he'd never be this mean. Shawn glares at Ross and retorts,
"She's here because she wanted to see you. So why don't you stop acting like a dick and actually be kind to her?"  Ross's eyebrows pull together, his fists clech together by his side. He stands up, his six foot shadow towering over us. Slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, Ross walks over to us. 
"You stay out of this."
"Or what?" Shawn taunts, "You're going to hit me? Do it." In a flash Ross's fist connects with Shawn's face. I gasp, covering my eyes, I hear Shawn groan and fall to the ground. The leaves crunching under him. Peeking through the gaps in my fingers, I see Ross getting on top of Shawn and continuously smash his face. I couldn't take it anymore. 
"STOP! He's your friends! It's Shawn! Please!" I scream, desperate for Ross to hear me. But, Ross doesn't listen. His eyes are ablaze with fury as he keeps hitting his friend. This is not the Ross I know. This is not the Ross I like. I grab Ross's arm and shake it. "Ross, please! Stop hitting him!" I cry out in worry. Ross tries shaking me off, but I cling on for dear life. 
"Let go of me!" He bellows.I shake my head. Suddenly, I fling off him and I go sprawling into the ground. Ouch, my back. I cry out in pain. 
"Look what you did, you bastard," Shawn spits at Ross, "I can't believe you would hurt her like that. I'm leaving now to go get cleaned up. Don't you ever harm her again, you hear me?" Ross's eyes flash an unknown emotion and nods. Making his way over yo me, I heard Ross take a few deep breaths.
"Why are you here?" His low husky voice makes my head spin in circles. I shrug, picking at the grass. "Goddammit answer me!" Ross shouts and punches a nearby tree. The bark splinters and piece fly everywhere.  I flinch at his sudden anger. Why is he so mad? My anger is starting to build too, but I knew how to hold it down. 
Shakily, I reply, "You haven't been to school, I was worried." I say proudly. Ross's muscles tense at my words, and he scoffs,
"You? Were worried about me? Ha. Sure you were. What do you want from me? Money? Well I'm sorry to tell you that I don't have any. Or maybe you're looking for sex? Hi, is that what you want?" I gasp at his boldness, 
"How dare you!" 
"Ross chuckles dryly. "Everybody is afraid of me, so nobody would ever talk to me just because they want to. Are you afraid of me?"
I glare at him and shake my head, "No." I boldly stated. Ross took a step towards me, I crawl back until my back hits a tree. He slams his hands next to my face and leans in close. I can see a slight stubble on his chin, and his dark brown eyes were darker than normal.
"You should be." And with that Ross grabs the wooden bench and slams it against the tree. The bench broke in half and falls to the ground in bits and pieces. "Now are you scared of me." Again, I shake my head no. Truth be told, I'm not scared at all. I know he wouldn't hurt me on purpose, but he would defiantly break everything in his way, just to scare me off. But, I won't be going anywhere, anytime soon. I know he was used to people cowering in his presence, but on reality I believe he needs a friend. 
"I just want to be your friend." Ross growls and lays another punch on the tree. He hisses in pain as the bark cut through his skin, splattering his blood on the bark of the tree. I gasp at the sight of blood. My stomach churns ans I think I'm going to puke, but Ross needs a friend, and I am going to be his friend. Gently, I take his blood coded hand in my hands. I thought Ross would glare at me and pull away, but he freezes, just staring at me. I smile nervously and get a tissue from my backpack. I lightly press his wounds as the tissue soaks up all of the blood. All of that blood.... Okay Courtney, right  now is not the time for your wimpy fear of blood. Sick it up. I take a quick glance at Ross, and our eyes lock. His deep brown eyes pierce through my weak chocolate eyes. I could literally feel the tension between us getting thicker, but nobody wants to be the first to break the eye contact.  His cologne is intoxicating, trying to get my heart rate to slow down. Ross clears his throat and looks away, finally breaking our eye contact.
"My hand?" He asks, a bit nervous. I smile a little at the thought that Ross is nervous as I am. I get a band aid from my backpack and out it on the deepest cut. 
"I hope it doesn't scar." I whisper and look away, a blush creeping up to my face. I abruptly drop his hand and move a little bit away from him. Almost automatically, Ross scowls and snaps, 
"Oh I forgot the whole, 'don't touch me'." He glares the meanest glare I have ever seen in my life. I wrap my arms around myself and rock back and fourth.
"I don't like blood." I quietly say as I pick some bark off the tree, Ross doesn't say anything. He probably thinks I'm a freak now. He's probably going to wipe his bloody hands all over me just to freak me out. 
"I'm.... sorry." My head snaps up in an instant. Did the bad boy just say he was sorry? To me? Bewildered, I look around to see if he was talking to someone else. Ross chuckles, "I'm talking to you." Almost as if knew what I am thinking. My face flushes red and I quickly ask,
"Why are you sorry?"
"He shrugs and murmurs, "I'm always covered in blood." I chuckle nervously and stammer, "That's o=okay." Ross sighs, with a faraway look on his face. I know that look, from looking in the mirror, I also see a faraway look on a short brown hair, chocolate eyed girl, who is staring right back. Suddenly, Ross's eyes return to normal, a mask of no emotions and he gets up, dusting his jeans and leaves without another word.  I sit there for a couple more hours, just enjoying the bird's singing and the leaves fluttering. As I think about what I told him, I just want to be your friend...