Writing Prompt #5



“You think I’m going to fall for your bad boy act?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said deviously.

“Then you have another thing coming for you!” I snarled. “I’m not that easy to walk over.”

“You were worth shot,” he shot his head up. “And what if it weren’t an act?”

“Then you might’ve stood a chance,” I sighed. “But you were too late.”

“Chase already has you,” he sighed. “I know. I should’ve acted sooner, I’m always too late.”

I laid my hand on his arm. “No, just a little behind.”

“What do you mean?”

“It only happened a few days ago,” I explained.

“Oh,” he sounded sad. It hurt me to break his heart, but to be honest, his bad boy vibe sent me in the other direction. “I hope you two the best of luck.”

“Thank you.” I nodded my head and walked away.

I turned the corner and bumped into my ex. Jackson. He smiled his smile that made me weak in the knees. Jackson knew that but still did anyway.

“Hey,” He grinned wider. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Get away Jackson,” I pushed him to the side, but he didn’t falter and pushed me against the wall. “What are you doing?”

“What did your little bad boy want?” He demanded quietly.

“Nothing,” I struggled against his hands holding my wrist down. “He just was warning me.”

“About Chase?”

I couldn’t tell him yes, but I couldn’t lie and say no either.

“What concern is it to you?” I asked instead.

He groaned. “Why do you have to be so dang stubborn?” He let go of my and stalked away.

I rubbed my wrists and went the opposite way as Jackson. I went to my locker to find Chase leaning against it.

“I heard you’ve been talking to Jackson,” there was a hint of a smile when he said that. “And what was the other boys name?”

“Rafe,” I told him. “And Jackson was being an idiot as usual.”

Chase sighed. “I don’t like Jackson, never have, but he can be such a — ”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I have you and that’s all that matters.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my head on his chest. “That’s all I need.”

I felt him smile. “You right.” He rested his head on mine.

That was the good thing about him being 6'2" against my 5'4" frame. He could easily, comfortably, do it and it isn’t awkward for him or me.

“You should be in class,” he eventually stated. “Why aren’t you?”

I looked in his eyes. “Uhm…” I thought about lying. “Rafe said he needed to talk to me so I got pulled from class.”

“Because Rafe said he needed to talk to you…” he said it half to himself.

I nodded. He told me to get back to class, gave me a quick peck on the forehead, and sent me on my way. As I was heading back, I ran into Rafe again.

“Hello,” He politely said.

“Goodbye,” I responded.

He grabbed my arm and turned me around. “Why are you in a rush?”

“I have to get back to class,” I explained. *He should know that*. “I need to retrieve my things before my next class.”

Rafe held out my bag and notebook. “I got them for you.”

“Why? I’m completely capable of getting it myself.”

“To show you I’m not who you think I am.”

I shook my head. He was unbelievable. “You’re still who I think you are.”

He smiled. “And what would that be?”

I rolled my eyes. “A big ol’ idiotic prat.”

He chuckled lightly. “A what?”

“Exactly,” I grabbed my bag from him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to class.”

With that I stalked towards my class.

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