Playing The Bad Boy's Game (Completed July 2012) FIRST BOOK SO IT IS CRAP W A R N I N G

Chapter 2: Bitch, please

“For ruining my life.”

Brian shot me a confused look.  “Excuse me?”

I rolled my eyes.  “You know exactly what I’m talking about, jerk.”

“Actually, I don’t.”  I smirked waiting for the ‘gottcha!’ or ‘jokes!’  However, he kept mute.

He didn't remember.  How could he have not remembered?  He was made me this way.  He has made my family that way.  Perhaps he ruined too many lives to even remember.

 My jaw clenched, a sickening crack striking another heated nerve.  How could he forget me?!  The whole reason why I was in this hell hole of America was because of O’Brian Daniels.

I swore madly at him, breaking into full on spaz. Vocabulary that no woman should ever speak.  Words that I never imagined saying tumbled out, one by one.  Once I finished, I was puffing heavily, glaring at him.  If only looks could kill.

Brian did the last thing I ever thought he would do.  He laughed!  He clenched his stomach, howling with amusement like it was the funniest joke he ever heard.  My feet were planted to the ground in full shock.   

“You’re a funny one, you know that?” he said, as he began to relax.

Surprising shocks were sent all over my body, making me paralyzed.  This wasn’t funny—not even close.  People were in jail because of him. 

“Uh, ma’am. What about my towel?” asked the guy again.

Brian took a step closer, bringing his chest up against mine.  “And you look, damn hot when you’re mad,” he hushed, tracing my jaw line with his fingers.  

That was when I lost it. 

BAM!

“Shit!  You’ve got to stop hitting me,” Brian yelled, rubbing his arm.

“You stop!  I can’t believe you forgot,” I scoffed, disgusted by his face.  Actually, I wasn’t disgusted by his face at all.  It was more like his personality...no one could ever be disgusted by that face…

“Look, I don’t mean to be an ass—”

“Trust me.  You don’t have to try,” I flakily smiled.

“—you got to stop talking nonsense,” he finished.

It was tempting to smack him but hitting Brian by his skull wouldn’t knock any sense in.  “Do you even know my name?” I questioned raising an eyebrow.

Brian smirked.  “Does it look like I care?”  I bit my lip back, holding onto the cold devil tongue that I desperately wanted to unleash.  “Look, if I once got you pregnant, I’m sorry.”

“Is getting into girl’s pants the only think you about?” I snarled.

“Then what the hell is your problem?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

“You,” I answered simply.  A cough bounced off the walls and I looked past my shoulder.  The boys kept staring, horribly intrigued by our conversation.  “What are you fuckards look’in at?” I spat, my anger still blazing. 

“Can I have my towel please?” asked the guy.

“Seriously!” Brian exclaimed at me.  “What is your problem?!”

“You! I said that already! You ruined me! You ruined my family and my best friend!  The only people in the world who actually care about me!”  He seemed startled, lost in my words and was zipped quite.  “Don’t you have something to say?!”