The Bad Boy

ten

Semi Edited

Ella | Roof 

I stood there looking at the guy in the leather jacket.

The hot guy in the leather jacket.

The guy who had his back to me and a cigarette between his fingers.

"Are you just going to stand there or what?" I heard his raspy voice say.

His voice was raspy, almost like he just woke up.

I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"How'd you know I was here?"

He turned around and took another drag from his cigarette.

"It's called having ears." He said with a smirk tugging on his lips.

His perfect, kissable lips.

I unconsciously began to play with the strap on my crossbody.

"Yeah, that would make sense." I shrugged.

He still had over half of that stupid cigarette left, and I was about to take a chance here and hope he didn't cuss me of or get his girlfriend on me.

Not that I think he would, but still.

I cautiously stepped up to him and grabbed the cigarette from him, right as he was about to take another puff from it, and threw it over the roof.

He looked from his hand, to me, then back to the cigarette that was over on the ground by now.

"What the fuck was that for?" He asked, anger clear in his voice.

"Smoking is bad for you." I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes, running his hands through his hair.

"Oh, you're one of those that care about the environment." He said dryly.

"I didn't say that, I said for you."

"Don't make it sound like you care, no one does."

He said the last part low, so low that I almost didn't hear him.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, don't ask me personal fucking questions." He snapped, making me jump slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave." I said softly.

I backed up and spun around, getting ready to leave. As soon as my hand touch the doorknob to go back in, I heard his voice.

"You don't have to."

I looked over at him to see him lighting up yet another cigarette.

"You sounded angry."

"When do I not?"

"True, but I don't want to make you any angrier."

I moved away from the door and took off my bookbag, placing it down a few feet away from his.

I looked back at him to smirk came onto his face, again.

"What?" I asked.

"Why not? Scared about what I might do?"

A little.

"Nope, because I don't like to make people mad."

I stomped over to him, snatched the cigarette and threw it.

"Okay, now you're making me mad." He glared at me.

"So? You're making me mad."

He looked taken a back for a split second before he chuckled.