Kissing The Bad Boy by Melanie Marks

Author:Melanie Marks [Marks, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-02-05T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE:

Almost immediately after my confrontation with Skank, where she was quite adamant that Hunter was only trying to get her back into their demented couple-dom with his romantic/puzzling poem about me making him crash his car (or something!) (whatever that poem was about), anyway right after my confrontation with Skank, I’m in a total mystified cloud (once again) about Hunter. As I round the corner to my locker—whoa! There’s Hunter. He’s down the hallway coming my direction from the opposite end of the corridor. My heart thumps wildly seeing him.

Just go back to forgetting him, I instruct myself. Get a grip, Jane!

As I jag to the left to not walk directly into his path, he follows my jag. So we’re still on the same path. Although he’s still down the hallway quite a ways, I jag to the right anyway, but then so does he. My heart does a jolt as I realize he’s doing this on purpose. I’m trying to get out of his way, but he’s making sure he’s in mine.

As he whimsically strolls straight towards me (no matter which side I choose, meandering that direction) he acts like he doesn’t even see me. So, I try to pass him without a word. But he blocks my way as I try to squeeze by him. He cages me against the wall and breathes into the curve of my neck.

He murmurs in a deep throaty whisper, “I miss that,”

I can barely breathe. I choke out, “What?”

His lips brush my ear. “Your smell.”

He breathes into my neck again, then he pushes himself away from the wall, away from me, and continues down the hallway.

For a moment I can’t speak. His closeness took away my breath, and dissolved all my brain-cells.

But then I call after him, “I know you’re only using me to get Skank mad.”

He turns back to me, “Am I?”

“Yes, and knock it off. Leave me out of your evil love spat.”

He makes a low grunt noise, his lips parting slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t deny it. He just tilts his head watching me silent a moment, then slowly nods, like confirming it’s true. He was using me. Toying with me. Being cruel to me as usual. Well, usual for this past year. (He used to be kind to me. Exquisitely sweet. But that was a long time ago.)

He slowly nods his guilt or resign, then turns away from me and continues down the hallway.

I watch him go with my heart in my throat, wishing so bad that things were different. That things hadn’t gone so horribly heart-shattering awful between us. That he was still my everything.

Hunter had once been my hero, truly my everything.

Key word: HAD been.

Once upon a time.

But then he ripped out my heart.

CHAPTER SIX:

The very next day after his poem, Hunter practically runs me over as I’m running down Burdmon street. I tumble into the ditch beside me as he squeals on his breaks.

He jumps out of his car, then squeezes his eyes shut as he sees me glaring up at him from the ditch.

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