The blonde & The bad

Chapter thirteen

“I’m not acting weird.” He whispered looking at his hands.

“Y-“ I stopped when he looked up from his hands.

“So where do you want to go to?” His hands were clenched around the steering wheel tightly but he still managed to give me a smile.

“Uh, your call.” I was confused by his sudden change of mood and pulled my knees up so I could rest my chin on them, I looked at the road and waited for Guy to start driving again. I looked at the trees flashing by, the cars filled with happy families and Guy strangling the steering wheel. I couldn’t help but think it was all my fault.

“OK. Wait I can’t do this. Stop the car.” He looked at me confused and continued driving.

“Stop the goddamn car.” He pulled the car over again.

“I’m not going to sit here being driven by this person that is mentally killing me.” He snarled at me and I opened the car to get out.

“What the fuck Jamey? You’re being a overdramatic drama queen.” I let out a shrieking sigh out of desperation.

“Fuck it, fuck this stupid party and fuck you.” I pointed my index finger in his chest and yelled at him angrily.

“OK, do you want to do it here?” Guy said mockingly.

“You’re making a fuzz about nothing.” He grabbed my hand and looked at me sheepishly.

“You’re having mood swings, that’s what I’m making a fuzz about.” He laughed.

“Mood swings? Are you saying I’m PMSing or something?” I couldn’t help but crack a little smile.

“So what was going on with you?” His smile dropped.

“Let’s talk about that over some Micky D’s, kay?” I let go of his hand and walked back to the car.

“Does this mean you’re going to tell me about you?” I looked at him expectantly.

“Don’t flatter yourself, there are enough other people that know stuff about me.” He started the car again.

“Besides your teddy bears.” He snapped his head towards me at the mention of teddy bears and I smirked at him.

“You make me sound like a loner.” I placed my hand on the volume button of the radio and waited before I turned the volume up.

“You are.” And the car was filled with a random number, I could see his lips move while he tried to talk to me. And when he looked at me for a response I just shrugged at him.

Every time Guy tried to turn the volume down I slapped his hand away and he would look at me annoyed. I protected the volume button with my life and had a blast seeing how annoyed Guy would get every time I slapped him. Sometimes when a familiar song came up I would dance in my seat and Guy would smile at me with those little sparkles he sometimes carried. After seeing the big M closing up I finally turned down the volume and my stomach would fill the car with its own mix tape.

“Sounds like somebody’s hungry.” I pushed myself out of the car, feeling slightly dizzy.

“No shit, Sherlock.” I was getting nauseous for not having had food in such a long time. Guy walked up to my side of the car and supported me by wrapping his arm around my waist as he walked me into the restaurant.  

“What is the princess craving for?” He sat me down at the table near the entrance and I thought about it for a moment.

“A double cheeseburger, large fries and a large sprite.” He widened his eyes at me and I gave him a modest smile, before turning around in my seat to look out the window. I heard him walk away and I looked at the group of boys eating mountains of food, my stomach made a twist and the empty feeling got worse. The table next to the boys was filled with teenage girls, giggling every time one of the guys did something disgusting to impress them. Suddenly all the giggle stopped and the girls looked at something walking past them, their mouths were open and drool was slipping out of some of the mouths. I laughed and followed their stare, only to look into a pair of familiar brown eyes. I stood up from my table and looked at guy, who was standing in line, focused on the menu and not paying any attention to the girls standing in front of him. I walked up to the blonde breathtaking teacher, who I kissed yesterday, and who was waving at me excited. I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me into the bathroom.

“What are you doing here?” His smile dropped when he saw my angry face.

“Getting food.” He dumbly said and it was followed by the shrugging of his shoulders. I nervously started eating my thumb and looked at the utterly disgusting ugly ogre. But even if I was calling him ugly in my mind, he was still sex to the eyes.

“Are you okay?” he finally spoke, feeling the tension in the small room rise. He grabbed my arm to look at me but I shyly looked down to the floor, looking him in the eyes is my weakness. Just like with Guy.

“We should stop with the counseling.” I blurted out, he slowly let go of my arm and I found the strength to look up at him.

“What, no! We’re making progress.” He looked me right in the eyes.

“We are making progress?” I whispered closing up to him and he nodded.

“You fucking kissed me, that’s what you call making progress?” I snapped, and I saw the hurt inside his eyes.

“You kissed me back and you have to admit, it’s kind of a progress. Just a progress where it shouldn’t be.” He looked at me and when he saw my death glare he opened his mouth. “Let’s just forget about it” he finally spoke after looking at me for a few awkward moments.

“Forget about it? Are you fucking insane?” He frowned as I finished my sentence.

“What?” I don’t blame him for getting confused, I’m not making a lot of sense.

“You kissed me and I don’t know if you felt it to, but that kiss felt like I just used drugs for the first time. That’s the only reason why I kissed you again, you made me a junkie.” I let out all my anger towards him and when he smiled I bit my lip hard.

“And now you think you have the authority to yell at me like this? I’m supposed to be the adult here and yet you still manage to make me feel like a little boy standing in a giant toy store.” I slapped his chest.

“Don’t you dare to blame it on me. You are the one that makes the whole Mickey D’s go silent just by standing in your perfect neat outfit with your always messy blonde hair and your puppy brown eyes. If you just had the balls to dress like a hobo we wouldn’t even be in this whole goddamn situation.” I slapped his chest again.

“Oh so you think you can blame it on me? You’re the one that dresses so simple but sexy, just has to smile to make every boy’s heart go insane and the fact that you don’t even know how beautiful you are is just extraordinary.” I laughed at him.

“Don’t act like you even thought about kissing me because I’m ‘beautiful’ you just did it out of pity.” I finally said, making an end to our argument. Just when I was celebrating my victory inside he kissed me, grabbing my head with both his hands. This time the kiss wasn’t sweet or gentle, it was rough and sexy almost urgent. Like he needed me, and when I didn’t kiss back in surprise the roughness got worse until I answered his kiss. He let one hand trail of to my waist and he pulled me towards him, my chest bumped into his and I wrapped my hands around his neck. After being in heaven for a few minutes there was one thing on my mind, Guy. If he found out what was happening in the bathroom he will not hesitate to kill Damon, just like he didn’t hesitate to punch him in the face yesterday.

So I did what had to be done eventually, I pulled back.

“I have to go.” And I opened the door. “See you Monday.” I said as I looked back at the smirking Damon.

I saw Guy sitting by the table eating his big Mac and on the other side of the restaurant the girls were trying hard to get his attention. Apparently they totally forgot about Damon when their eye fell on Guy, I understand it. Guy has this thing in his face, you can see that he’s a bad boy. And everybody knows, a girl can simply not resist a bad boy.