Crush or Be Crushed (EDITING)

Chapter 17: The Bad Boy's Death Lair

"Well, I'm sorry I broke the law, officer." Derek rolls his eyes.

I slump down in my seat, cross my arms over my chest, and pout.

"Oh. Giving me the silent treatment now?"

I don't answer him and I turn to face the window.

"Fine, but I'll keep talking just so you know."

I huff. Why can't he just leave me alone?

"By the way, you're really good at singing."

At that, I turn to face him. "Stop lying. It's not very nice."

"Aye! She speaks!" He says as I roll my eyes. "No, I mean it. You can sing." 

"Pfft. I can't sing. I sound like a dying goat if you ask me."

Derek chuckles. "Oh really? I'd like to hear that. Sing."

I freeze. "W-what?"

"You heard me. Sing for me."

"No. I don't want to."

"Come on. Please just this once. Do it for me." Derek pleads with puppy eyes. God he looks so cute. Wait what?

"Ugh fine. I'll do it since you're annoying me."

"Yay!" He celebrates like a three year old. How childish...

I gulp and start. 

"Well, some they say I need to be afraid of losing everything.
Because of where I had my start and where I made my name.
Well, everything's the same.
In the la-la land machine."

I finish and look over at the gaping Derek. "So?"

He smirks. "Yup. You definitely can sing...and I mean it."

I narrow my eyes at him and scoff. "Nah. Still lying."

"Would you believe me if I kissed you right now?"

HUH?!? Oh god...butterflies are swarming around my stomach. Make it stop!

"WHAT?" I stare wide eyed at him.

Derek laughs and says, "Just messing with you. Don't get your panties in a wad."

Somehow that hurt. I ignore the pang in my heart and nod. We finally reach the school and we hop out of the car. "Oh! Let's meet up for our science project again. We only have like a month left and we still need to build the volcano."

"Okay. Let's meet at-"

"My place."

"Wha-"

"Let's go to a hardware store first after school to get supplies then we can head over to my place. Meet me at my car when school ends. See ya!" With that he darts into the school building.

Well then...I guess I'm going to the bad boy's death lair.

~

"If a equals the denominator of b and c squared equals the numerator of d to the ninth power, then x to the fifth power equals what?"

I inwardly groan as the math teacher goes on and on about math. Oh! Ten more seconds on the clock! 

Ten

Nine

Eight

Seven