《My BadBoy》Chapter 17: When she cares for a drunkie
Advertisement
And the grammy goes to...Taylor Swift!
"Yes!" I jumped off my bed and started cheering. T-Swify just made another win —okay pretend I never said that.
Jackson banged on my door. " Can you keep it down," He was still upset from what happened earlier between me and his best friend. " You and your imaginary friends are disturbing my date with my girlfriend"
"I'm flipping you off in my mind" I replied.
"Oh yeah?," I could practically hear the smirk on his lips. " Why don't you come do that in person? or better yet curse me out... No? right I forgot. You're a prude"
" I am not a prude, and that word doesn't make sense in the sentence you just said" I yelled at the door. He makes me so...ugh! Can't even form a proper sentence.
"In your scenario it does" He muttered under his breath.
"Tell that to the hickeys you gave me" I blurted then clamped my mouth shut.
Oh fudge!
" Dang it, i'm sorry" I whispered knowing they didn't hear. His girlfriend most definitely hates me now.
It got quiet for a moment. " Ashley why don't you come out here for a second"
I rolled my eyes. " Do you think i'm stupid? I'm not trying to get killed"
After my performance with Aiden I locked my door and turned the latch on it so Jerk face and his bimbo girlfriend couldn't disturb me, but who would've thought I would be the one disturbing them? some date that is.
" Ashley I have two boxes of explosives in my room if I wanted you dead I could of killed you a long time ago, oh and your door? all I have to do is kick it, but I was just trying to give you the decency of coming out yourself"
Advertisement
" I was talking about your girlfriend...," My eyes widened. " And you have explosives?! that's a fire hazard"
"Why?," I heard glass clink, is he drinking? "Because i'm smokin' hot?"
"Noo," I blushed. " Because you could literally blow up this building..."
"Relax," He laughed, not his regular bad boy laugh but something kind of sad and humorless. "Stacy bailed on me two hours ago, said she had cheerleader practice"
" Of course," I scoffed and open the door to see him sprawled out on the single sofa. One leg on the handle with his arm holding a bottle of tequila. Half of it was gone. " And let me guess you play football, No, you're a quarterback!"
" What do you think this is princess, a fairytale?," He took a gulp from the bottle. " I race cars on the street"
"Like that's any better," I grabbed the half empty bottle from his hands. " Sexier but not better"
" Are you calling me sexy vanilla bean?" He staggered over to me and cupped my butt with both hands.
" Ok Jackson?," I got the attention of his glazed over eyes. " Were not doing this, you're drunk"
" Drunk man tell tales" He winks, moving his hands up to my waist.
" What does that even mean?" I struggle to get free from him. Seriously it's like trying to wrestle hulk.
" It means," He rested his head in the crook of my neck and I took in the heat from his warm body. " You want to know more about me, I'm drunk, so ask away"
" You won't remember?" I asked hopefully.
" I remember everything" He replied, hinting to something else...
Advertisement
" Okay let me take you to your room" I semi-carried him over to his bedroom.
" Ugh you're so vanilla," He groaned as I shoved him on the bed and pulled the covers over him. "Let's do it on the couch"
"As lovely as that sounds," I took his shoes and his jacket off. " You have a girlfriend so i'll pass for now"
" For now! for now she says!," He yelled at the ceiling. "So If I dump Stacy we'll do it on the couch?"
" You sound like i'm such a prize," I looked away. " And...not if you love her, not because of me"
" You are a prize," He grabbed me and lifted me on the bed next to him. " I would trade her in for you anyday"
Yeah he's definitely not going to remember this tomorrow. " Right. So why do you drink?" I had to change the subject.
" Pain" He stared at ceiling again. " Why else do people drink?, to forget about the crazy crap that happened in the past and have fun for the future"
" Committed to not cursing are we?" I smiled, it's nice to know he cares sometimes.
He turned his head so he was looking directly at me. " You're a challange vanilla bean, I like a challenge"
A small blush creeps onto my cheek. " Does that mean you like me?" I asked, of course his answer is going to be no but...a girl can hope.
He yawned and shook his head, not as an answer but— "Too bad i'm with Stacy"
Just like that he was gone.
I got up and tucked him in nicely then fluffed his pillow and left. Too bad i'm with Stacy? what does that mean? Does it mean he doesn't want to be with her? A few minutes ago he was ready to break up with her. And I still don't know if he likes me or not he always finds away to answer my questions without actually answering my questions. Seriously men, I can't stand them but you gotta love 'em.
Especially if it's Jackson Miller the mafia boss's right hand man.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Advertisement
- In Serial11 Chapters
Wilbor
Rory Wilbor receives word that his grandfather, General 'Mad Boar' Wilbor, has passed away. The ensuing power struggle for succession of the barony leaves him exiled and penniless. Injured in an accident that leaves him unable to wield Aura, Rory struggles to survive in an empire ravaged by political turmoil, famine, and war. Meanwhile, Rory begins to dream of a world with cities that glow as bright as day during the night, with buildings of steel and glass that tower into the sky ...
8 135 - In Serial47 Chapters
Cutthroat
Four siblings, united through tragedy, wake in the Old World, a place filled magic and fantasy. In their quest to find each other and to locate a way back home, they will uncover a deep conspiracy. Here, in the Old World, their destiny lies. A world wrought with danger and destruction. They will fight for the New World and the Old, but they won’t stand alone. In the ancient war that history has forgotten, they will leave their eternal mark. They will stand, not as delusional youths, but as heroes. Through the annals of history, their legend will echo. A tale of unity through adversity. A tale of their struggle against the dark forces that aim to destroy. A struggle that will shape the future of Eorth and the people that inhabit it.
8 186 - In Serial21 Chapters
Luck And Chronomancy
Time Magic is the best magic as everyone knows, although there are lots of unique Talents in the world. Most people only remember Haste because it is hard to get to higher Phases of Chronomancy. That is still enough to make the Talent iconic. A lucky enough Aleatory Talent can position you for greatness or leave you languishing in obscurity. The only true equality in the world is when that glowing message pops up at 8 years old. Even if it doesn't activate until you are an adult at 16 you still know. Sure you can find a new dungeon spawn and get another chance at a rare Talent, even this one, but you have to already be ready to delve into the *Far Wilds*, which is far easier with wealth or family power. This is the story of where my good fortune took me and the difference it made, even among a party of 7 others including an Arcanist. It is a journey of magic and monsters but also math, which some think is actually worse. Luckily I was born with Intelligence and Focus as my personal traits, and my parents were scholars. Of course Chronomancy can also be a frontline combat talent. Versitility well beyond other Elder Talents like Gravity, Abstraction, or Arcana. Might could have worked for me, too. I also met a runaway princess. All the best adventures have a princess. She hated being a noble and we didn't get married but it still counts. Besides she really filled out our front line. All that Leadership training came in handy. I still don't know where she's from. Who cares? How well Haste goes with giant hammers is what's important. I never learned much about anyone in the party, except the one I grew up with. I'm not a people person. I just wanted to optimize dungeon clearing time. *******Story Details******* No romance, politics, or traumatizing content, slice of life, or even dialogue. 1st person narration, like a guide/adventure log. 2000-7000 words a day, maybe 40-60% rpgish combat log with some reasoning on combat decisions, with the rest character Talent discussion and progression stuff. 8 person party with a decent variety in roles. Party members usually have 2 primary functions. Told from the support/control Chronomancer's perspective. Each party member will have 6 Basic/Background Traits, then 3 actual Talents with abilities. Capstone from their Educational Institution, Arbritrary as a gift from the temples, and Aleatory which is decided at birth, revealed at 8, and activated after adulthood at 16. Aleatory Traits ignore requirements and are random why is why they are so important. They'll gain new Talents from finding Dungeons to consume in the *Wilds*. Mature dungeons in cities can provide *Challenges* to raise the Phase of a Talent, up to 3 times from 1 to 4. Each character will get to roughly 8 non-Trait Talents. Attributes come exclusive from Talents, are required by Talents, and provide various effects as well. I designed about 220 Talents with abilities, 4 in each of 4 phases. "Traits" are just Attribute stuff. I'm not sure how many will be detailed in the story, more than 100 for sure. I used Talents because I want to be free of the legacy of tabletop. Half those rules are just because of the limitations inherent in a pre-computer ttrpg. This story mostly uses combat Talents, although like 1/3 of the 220 are for crafting and other society and economy stuff. If you really wanted to be a Thief you might take Intuition, Awarness, and Might for Basic Traits and Deftness, Manipulation, and Trickery for Family/Education. Then you'd pick Acrobatics, and Climbing for Educational Capstone and Arbitrary traits. You Aleatory Trait might be Shadow(Light/Dark) Magic, Umbramancy. A Bard might swap Dexterity for Charisma, Music for Acrobatics, and have gotten Illusion(Shadow/Sound(Air/Force)) for their Aleatory Trait.
8 177 - In Serial7 Chapters
False Fate
What would you do if you woke up one day in a world of fantasy? Where treasures and dangers lie behind every corner. Finding himself stuck in a place called Parcaeland, all Marshal wanted was to keep his head down and survive. However, things get dicey when he gets himself entangled with several large forces in the area. Come follow Marshal on his journey of adventure and magic.
8 104 - In Serial44 Chapters
Baby Daddy
It's the end of the fifth year and Delilah Davis finds herself being dragged to a Slytherin party by her best friend. But what will happen when the night takes a turn and she ends up having an unexpected encounter with the Slytherin Prince himself? And what will happen when a few weeks later she finds out that she is carrying his child?Read to find out...A Draco Malfoy Love Story
8 113 - In Serial19 Chapters
College Love ( flutterdash )
8 213

