Living With The Bad Boy

[Hey guys, I’m so sorry for the late update, I really am. I’m still a teenager and you know what comes with that. So much things I got doing and I’m really sorry for that. I seriously have this book all penned out and ready just to update. I’ll do a double or triple update today as compensation. I hope you love it as much as I do. Don’t forget to vote and comment like crazy. I appreciate and will always love your comments love Winnie]

Alex’s POV

“Man what’s wrong with you, how dare you talk to my girlfriend in that manner!” Blake yelled angrily as he stared at me with rage.

“Oh… She told you” I simply said, not being intimidated by the death glare he’s giving me.

“What do you mean by she told me, I’m really disappointed in you dude, that was really low, even for you “He yelled again.

“Well I didn’t really mean whatever I said to her. It was a result of the alcohol and anger. But she should also learn to mind her damn business” I said to him.

“Is that all you have to say?” He shot me a nasty glare.

“Yeah… Unless you want some quotes added to it. Leave me alone thou son of Jezebel for I do not have thy time” My lame attempt at a joke seemed to calm him down a bit.

“Dude this isn’t funny” He growled.

“Hahahaha…what is the color of my teeth?”

“Excuse me?”

“Exactly my point. Since you didn’t see me shining my teeth, that is to tell you that I wasn’t laughing” I stared at him.

“Dude… Really?”

“Yeah…. Really” I said in equal humor.

“You better go apologize to her before I make you impotent “He threatened.

“Not happening dude and besides I hate kids so it wouldn’t even matter to me” I took out a bottle of champagne with two glasses from the bar.

“Dude I’m serious here” He said angrily.

“Dude I’m serious here” I mimicked as I poured out champagne into one of the glasses and handed it to him but he didn’t even flinch. He just glared at me.

“Well then, I’ll drink alone” I was about to move the cup to my lip when it was forcefully taken away by him.

“Give me that” He feigned annoyance as he took the glass. I knew it’s all just a charade. He can never really be angry at his best friend and brother.

“Now you come” I chuckled as I poured another dose into my own glass.

“But seriously dude, you gotta apologize to her. What you said was wrong and hurtful “He said calmly this time.

“Fine, fine. I’ll apologize. Happy now?” I teased.

“Whatever” He frowned.

“That’s more like it” I teased again.

“Don’t ever speak to my girlfriend in that manner again or else I’ll chop off your damn balls” He threatened.

“Yes sir” I laughed as I took a sip from my glass.

Liv’s POV

“Are you all done up there!” I heard my mum yell from the living room.

“Almost” I yelled back.

“Be fast or else we’ll miss our flight!” She yelled back.

If only it wasn’t because of my father’s failing business, I’d have purposely made us miss the flight but right now that isn’t an option.

“Here” Zoey handed me my laptop.

“Thanks” I took it from her and placed it into my backpack.

“I can’t believe you’re really leaving” Jane said as she zipped up my roller box.

“Me neither” I said quietly.

“We’ll really miss you Liv”Zoey said emotionally.

“Me too, I’ll miss you both so much” I said as I felt my eyes begin to water for the ten thousandth time this week.

“Now that’s enough, before we all start crying again” Jane said and we broke into laughter as I wiped the corner of my eye which was threatening to tear up.

“Uhm… I want to use the restroom” I excused myself.

“We’ll take the boxes to the car so long” Zoey said as she grabbed two of my boxes as well as Jane.

“Thanks” I nodded in response before entering the toilet.

As I got into the toilet, I stood in front of the wall mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked tired. I looked like someone who has been taking hard drugs.

It was just a result of lack of food and crying too much but I’ll be fine…right?

I can’t believe I’m leaving this place and my friends behind. I’ve gotten so used to this place already and now I have to leave.

I have to leave all the good memories and also the bad ones. It feels like yesterday when we just moved here. I was so broken that I felt like I’d lost myself and I’ll not be fixed. But here I am now, back to square one.

It feels just like last time. I remember back then in New York. I stood in front of the mirror just like this as I stared miserably at my ugly reflection. I isolated myself for a long time. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months before I finally recovered.

My friends thought I moved here a year ago but that’s not the truth. I moved to California two years ago and spent five months at home like a miserable orphan before I finally settled down.

I remember my first day at school. Zoey was the first to approach me at the cafeteria when I was busy finding a seat to settle in. She took me to her seat and introduced me to Jane. Jane wasn’t nice at first as she spoke rudely but it only took two days before she started to like me and here we are, being the best of friends and just as I was thinking my life had gotten better. My parents had to ruin it all with this relocation story of theirs.

Alex hasn’t even called or texted since he hung up on me and it hurts so fucking much. I’d have driven over to his house and given him an earful but  my friends stopped me.

All this is too much for me to handle. It’s killing me slowly but I have to be strong.

Why does love have to be this way? Why do I have to suffer so much?

I don’t deserve any of this, I deserve to be happy.

“Honey hurry up we’re leaving!” I heard my mother yell, breaking me out of my trance as I wiped the mascara stained tears. I hadn’t realized I was crying all this while I was staring miserably at the mirror.

I washed my face and applied a little lotion to brighten it up before leaving the toilet. I used my hand to comb through my already messed up hair until I felt it was decent enough. I applied a little bit of powder and lip balm before grabbing my backpack from the bed. The room was already empty. My friends must have carried all my luggages downstairs.

I made my way out of the room and paused on my tracks as I stared at the closed door of Alex’s old room. How much I miss him already.

I couldn’t help myself as I walked up to the door and pulled the door knob to reveal the empty bedroom which once hosted Alex. As I stepped into the room I could feel his presence. I felt it all like it was so real.

Memories from those days when we were staying together flashed through my mind as I remembered it all clearly.

How I’d march angrily to his room to either find him with a girl or two on the now empty mattress.

How we’d both yell our lungs out at each other.

How he’d play such loud music on Saturdays just to piss me off.

How I mistook sexual arousal pills for a Tylenol.

How he brought me back drunk and wasted.

How he took me into his arms and cuddled with me.

How we consummated our relationship on that very mattress I was staring at. I could feel it all like it was still fresh.

How he kissed me so much like his life depended on it.

How I screamed his name so loud with each thrust he took deep inside of me.

How I felt him reach his climax at the same time I reached mine.

It felt so real, so painful yet beautiful.

He promised to have me in his bed someday and there I was, in his bed with him on top of me as I screamed my lungs out.

Everything bit of it, I enjoyed so much.

I remember how we use to fight so much, cook together, fight over the tv remote, play games and challenge each other.

I remember our first kiss on his birthday. Though it wasn’t a real kiss but it counts doesn’t it?

I remember our kiss at the beach when he couldn’t take his eyes off me and I had to rub back home because I was scared of my feelings and didn’t wanna admit it.

I remember his first attempt of sex with me. It all felt so good, so real, so painful, so beautiful.

My eyes went straight to the window that was half closed

“Careless Alex, he didn’t even lock the window well before leaving” I muttered as I walked over to the window and locked it.

I made my way over to the bookshelf where his books used to be as I stared at the now empty shelf, running my hands through it before my eyes caught up with something.

It was a bracelet. A crystal heart shaped bracelet with my name carved beautifully on it. I have never set my eyes on something so simple yet so beautiful and unique.

I picked it up from the table where it lied and stared at the beautiful jewelry before my eyes caught up with a small piece of paper that fell from underneath it.

I bent down to pick the pink paper and unfolded it neatly. It read,Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

‘Whenever the sun goes down, the moon will always pop up to lighten up the darkness’

Such a simple yet beautiful quote that could have only been written by my Alex. If I wasn’t already too emotionally I’d have laughed at his terrible handwriting.

Whenever the sun goes down, the moon will always pop up to lighten up the darkness

The words replayed in my mind continuously as I tried to understand what he meant by it but I just couldn’t.

I smiled again as I stared at the bracelet. When did he put it there? For as long as I remember, I personally cleaned this room and never saw this when he left.

Maybe I skipped it by mistake.

I felt my cheeks flush as I made my way out of the room.