Living With The Bad Boy

“Alex?” I said after taking a deep breath to collect my thoughts and make sure it’s not a dream.

“Can we talk please” He sounded different.

“What for?” My anger rose immediately.

“Please, I’m outside” He said calmly.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Outside where?” I rolled my eyes.

“Your house” I almost laughed.

“How much did you drink tonight Alex? We both know that I’m in New York” I stifled a laugh.

“Come outside, I’m at your door” He said in a serious tone.

“You’re drunk Alex, I’m in New…… Hello?” I pulled the phone from my ear, only to find out that he had ended the call.

Yup, still a jerk.

I dropped the phone on the nightstand and lied down on the bed collecting my thoughts.

Why did he just call me after all these weeks. I kept calling and texting him all this while but he never responded and then one day he calls me from god knows which club he’s gotten himself drunk and is telling me that he’s in from of my house.

I heard the sound of lightening from outside as the wind blew in high speed. I got up from the bed and made my way to the window. I closed both the glasses and was about closing the blinds when something caught my attention.

Just by my lawn stood Alex in all his glory. If I wasn’t dreaming, it really is Alex. I forgot about the blinds and sprinted towards the door. I pulled it open immediately and ran downstairs to the living room. Luckily my mum was in the kitchen and didn’t see me run towards the door.

By the time I got outside, the rain had began to pour down heavily but that didn’t catch my attention as much as the boy standing few metres away from me in the rain. He looked miserable.

“Alex” I called as I ran up to where he stood. His eyes locked with mine immediately.

“Liv” He said as soon as I was standing right in front of him.

“What are you doing here!” I yelled, my temper rising back all of a sudden.

“I came to see you” He looked into my eyes, his eyes filled with all sorts of emotion.

“What for?” Haven’t you done enough already!” I yelled angrily.

“I’m sorry, I know I hurt you. It wasn’t intentional” He apologized.

“You’re sorry? You think you can just show up in my doorstep one day and tell me you’re sorry and then I’ll take you back?” I felt the tears pour down my cheeks for the second time today. This time, I do have an actual reason for crying.

“I’m sorry baby, I……” He tried to touch me.

“Do not touch me!” I yelled and took a step back immediately.

“I know I acted like a dick and I don’t deserve you but I couldn’t help it. I was helpless baby” He said to me.

“You were helpless? Do you think this is a joke in any way? I sent you multiple texts and voicemails, I kept calling but you never returned my calls. Even on my birthday!” I cried.

“I did visit on your birthday but I didn’t let you see me. I left a gift in the….”

“You mean this” I raised up my finger to show him the bracelet I’d gotten so used to. I pulled it angrily away from my wrist, causing it to break into multiple pieces. “I hate you! I hate your bracelet!” I threw the remaining pieces which was left in my hand at him.

“No baby, you don’t mean it” He tried to grab my wrist but I pushed his hand away violently.

“I do! I hate you Alex! I hate everything about you. I hate that I ever fell in love with an heartless egoistic and self……” His lips came crashing against mine before I could finish. I felt his arms wrap tightly around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

At that very moment, all thoughts of insulting him or being mad at him vanished into thin air as I was so deeply engrossed in the intensity of our make out. His hot breath fanned my face as he took my lower lip. His tongue lingered around my lips, seeking permission into my mouth which I easily gave in to as I patted my lips, giving him access. Our tongues clenched at the immediate contact and I could feel my heart racing a thousand miles.

Everything felt perfect again, just like old times. I felt complete again like my old missing rib had returned to me. His lips left mine after a few minutes of our shameless make out in front of my house. Though it was night already but nevertheless it was shameless.

He pulled me into a tight hug for a few seconds and then pulled away as he wiped my tears with both his hands.

“I’m sorry baby, there’s a lot I wanna tell you” He said calmly as he stared into my eyes. I felt numb. I could even get mad at him again. I was tired, tired of crying and fighting. I just stood there and stared into his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I know I acted like a dickhead and I hurt you so much but I promise I did it for your own good. I love you too much to hurt you Liv” He pulled up my chin in order for me to face him.

“Talk to me baby, you aren’t saying anything” He said after noticing my silence.

“What do I say, you’ve toyed with my emotion Alex, I’m tired” I felt my heart ache.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. Your mum made me do it” His last statement got my attention immediately.