Being the Bad Boy's Victim (13 page)

Connor

I gently lifted her up, put her back on the couch, and covered her with a fuzzy blanket. I sighed and quietly went out towards the back of the house. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialing a number I never thought I’d use again. After a couple of rings she finally answered.

“What happened to not wanting me anymore?”

“Hello to you, too,” I said, rolling my eyes at her greeting.

“Connor, the last time I saw you, you said that you didn’t want or need me,” she said, sounding pissed off.

“I don’t need you in that way,” I said, sighing. “Can you just come over?”

There was a pause before she answered, “I’m on my way.”

I peeked back inside the house to check on Bella who was sound asleep. I walked out onto the porch, waiting for her to come.

Ten minutes later

“Thanks for coming, Sam,” I said, standing up awkwardly.

She gave me a playful glare and plopped herself down on the porch swing.

“So, what do ya wanna talk about?” she asked, her green eyes glinting.

“There’s this girl, her name is Bella and…” I started.

“Let me guess, you’re trying to sleep with her?” she asked.

“Well, yes,” I mumbled, sitting down next to her.

She thoughtfully nodded.

“What’s the problem? She’s playing hard to get?”

“No. I think she just really doesn’t want to sleep with me,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

Sam’s eyes widened and she was silent for a few seconds. “What do you mean?” she finally asked.

“I may have not left her with a great first impression. To be honest, I didn’t act like I wanted her. It’s complicated.” I sighed. “But now that I do want her, she seems to like this other guy.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and curiously asked, “What? And this guy is still alive?”

I laughed and nodded. “Yeah. The thing is, I’ve never seen him with her. And I guess I’ll just keep hoping that they’re not true, the rumors I’ve heard.” I watched as Sam stared at me with a shocked expression on her face.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“You like her,” she said it as if it was obvious.

I scoffed. “I like her body.”

“No, you like her,” she said, shaking her head and giving me this look.

Thirty minutes later

“This was nice,” Sam said, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

I nodded and gave her a small hug. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips.

“Just for old times’ sake,” she whispered, pulling away.

I watched her with amusement as she walked towards her car, giving me a small wave before driving off. Then, I smiled and walked back into the house. The moment I got in…

“I have to go.”

My head snapped to her direction. Bella looked angry as hell as she stood in front of me with her arms crossed.

“What? Why?” I asked, surprised by her sudden mood change.

She scoffed, pushed past me, and stalked towards the porch.

“Bella, what’s going on?” I asked, grabbing her arm to stop her.

She whirled around, giving me a look that made my blood run cold. Immediately, I dropped her arm, staring at her in confusion.

“Give me my keys,” she said, anger tinging her every word.

“One second,” I said, turning around. “Guess someone’s PMS-ing.”

Bella

“Guess someone’s PMS-ing,” he muttered, walking away.

I felt another wave of anger surge through me.
How dare he?!
He had no right to even pretend like nothing happened. I saw him trying to suffocate that blonde chick with his tongue. I’m not even going to pretend that I didn’t feel jealous. And used. Let’s not forget that.

“I have your keys,” he announced, leaning against the doorway.

“Give them back,” I hissed, holding out my hand expectantly.

He laughed and took my hand in his own. “Not until you agree to go out with me.”

“No!” I snapped, yanking my hand away.

He frowned and took a step closer. “Why not?”

“You are an unbelievable son of a bitch! You honestly think you can get whatever you want. But you know what? You can’t! Did you really expect me to run into your arms after you were making out with some girl on the porch?” I snarled, getting right up in his face.

“Why do you care?” he snapped, causing me to flinch back. “You’ve been treating me like shit all this time and you really expect me to wait around for you to maybe even consider me?”

I winced and stared past him. “This is why it won’t work,” I said, backing away with a frown on my face.

Connor was watching me then, breathing heavily.

“We believe in two different things. You think that it is okay to be with other girls while chasing after one. And I think that if you really want to be with someone, you should not give up and just whore around until they come around,” I said, shaking my head and holding out my hand.

“You haven’t even given me a chance,” Connor said sadly, taking my hand once more, cupping it in between his.

“Do you even deserve one?” I asked numbly.

A look of hurt flashed through Connor’s face, and he dropped my hand and backed away.

“I’m sorry,” I hastily said.

“You’re giving Liam a chance,” he said, his expression now hard and emotionless.

“Yeah, but…”

“He just wants to use you,” Connor stated dully.

“Excuse me?”

“Never, not even once, have I not gotten the girl I went for. So when you started talking to Liam, he made a little plan in his head. He thinks that he can sleep with you before I can—using you to take my title.”

I froze as his words started to sink in.

“So I’m just some prize for this little competition between you two, of who can get my virginity?” I asked, not even trying to hide the hurt and anger I felt.

“Bella, please give me a chance,” Connor pleaded, taking a step forward.

“This is crazy! Everything is moving way too fast. I barely even know you!” I snapped, looking away.

“This isn’t a date,” Connor said, letting out a sigh of annoyance.

“Fine,” I said, staring at him blankly.

Connor froze, almost as if he hadn’t expected me to go along with it.

“Well, do you want your clothes or…?”

“No, I’ll wear this. It’s not a date,” I said, crossing my arms defiantly.

Expecting Connor to be angry, I guess you could say I was surprised when he leaned back and laughed.

“Let’s go then,” he said, walking towards his car.

“What about my…?”

“Car? No, we’re taking mine. It’s not a date, so that means you can’t storm out like those girls do in those dramatic movies.”

Now, it was my turn to laugh as I got into his car.

“Whatever you say,” I said, buckling my seatbelt as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

“This is going to be worth it,” Connor said, giving me a grin as we pulled out onto the street.

“Only if it was a date,” I countered, laughing as I turned on the radio.

Little did I know that this simple act of “getting to know each other” would cause him to grow quite interested in my life—uncovering my hidden past.

Little did I know that he would soon find me so interesting that he would decide he just had to get closer to me.

Little did I know that by agreeing to this, I had given Connor the chance to attach himself to me—holding on with such persistence until he could get what he wanted.

And let me tell you one thing, the boy just wouldn’t let go.

I looked at Connor and smiled. Maybe I hadn’t made the wrong choice of letting Connor take me out.

Five seconds later

“Bella, get your foot out of my face!” Connor yelled as he swerved the car.

“Never!” I cried out.

A minute later

“I’m sorry, officer, it won’t happen again,” Connor said with a sigh.

The officer nodded, giving me a “weirded-out” look before walking back to his car. Once he had driven off, Connor turned to me.

“All that because you didn’t want to listen to country music?” he asked, talking to me like I was a little kid.

I shrugged. “I hate country music. Accept it.”

“You bit me, then dove in front of the radio like a protective mama bear!” Connor cried out, staring at me in disbelief.

“Meh.” I shrugged.

“Bitch.”

“Hey!” I snapped, glaring at him.

“Meh.” Connor shrugged, starting the car and pulling onto the main road.

I turned away to hide the small smile on my face.

Connor

“Meh,” I said, a smirk on my face.

I watched as she turned away, trying to hide the smile on her face.

“You hungry?” I asked her, waiting for the light to turn green.

She turned, looking at the clock. “Yeah,” she said, smiling.

It was already eleven, and because I skipped breakfast, I was pretty hungry.

“I know the perfect place.”

Bella

“McDonalds?” I said slowly, staring at Connor in dismay. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“What?” Connor asked innocently, amusement shining in his eyes.

I frowned and crossed my arms defiantly. “I can’t believe you took me to McDonalds,” I said, looking out the window.

“Is someone disappointed?” Connor asked in a baby voice.

I frowned and glared at him. “Of course not. This isn’t anything special so I didn’t have high expectations, or anything for that matter,” I said, opening the car door. I smirked when I got a glimpse of Connor’s annoyed expression as I shut the door and walked to the entrance of the fast food place. As we stood in line, I noticed a lot of people glancing at him and me.

“What’s everybody looking at?” I asked curiously, looking back at Connor.

He looked around before a smirk appeared on his face. “I look hot and you look like a hobo,” he said, grinning like the asshole he is.

I frowned and looked down at the baggy t-shirt and sweatpants I was wearing, and then at the nice button down and dark jeans he was wearing. For some reason, I burst out laughing, which caused a group of middle-aged women to start glaring and whispering.

“Would you shut her up?” one of them asked Connor bitterly.

I stopped laughing and raised an eyebrow.

“You do know you’re in McDonalds, right?” I asked her, loud enough for everyone to hear.

She stared at me in confusion and nodded her head.

“So what gives you the right to judge me?” I asked, venom lacing my every word.

Her eyes widened and she just stared at me, completely speechless. I smiled and walked back to Connor, all eyes on me. Connor was grinning, amusement shining in his eyes.

“I already ordered. Let’s sit,” he said, guiding me to an open booth. He placed the tray down in front of us, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“I’ve never seen a girl bitch off to someone at McDonalds,” he said with an amused smile.

I laughed and looked around. Most people had gone back to their conversations, except for the group of ladies who were now watching me.

“So which one’s mine?” I asked, looking down at the tray.

“Here,” Connor said, handing me some fries and a burger.

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the rest of the food on the tray.

“You’re going to eat all that?”

He looked down and shrugged. “Yeah.”

“How are you not fat?” I asked as he stuffed his face.

He shrugged and swallowed.

“How are you not fat?” he asked, grabbing his second burger.

“What do you mean?” I asked as I chewed my fries.

“You eat like a pig,” he said as if it was obvious.

I frowned as I swallowed and looked down at my half-eaten burger.

“No, I don’t,” I said, glaring playfully at him.

He scoffed, “You ate nearly four pieces of pie at the coffee shop, and I’ve never seen you being picky during lunch at school.”

I frowned and looked at him.

“If I didn’t have a crazy fast metabolism, I guess I would be morbidly obese,” I said thoughtfully, grabbing more fries.

Connor burst out laughing, leaning forward and clutching his stomach. I grinned and finished my burger, leaning back in satisfaction.

“You’re different,” Connor said, pointing at me with a fry.

I raised an eyebrow and let out a small laugh.

“Thank you?” I stated hesitantly.

“It’s a compliment,” he said with a shrug, his eyes twinkling.

And we ate in comfortable silence for a few more minutes.

“Ready to leave?” he asked, picking up the tray.

“Yeah.”

Once we got in the car, Connor got a phone call. He glanced down at the screen before answering.

“What’s up, Matt?” he asked, confused. “Wait, what?” he paused, and then added, “No!” He glanced at me and sighed. “She’s right here.” He rolled his eyes and handed me his phone.

“Uh, hello?”

“Bella Brown, where the hell are you?” Jess’ shrill voice rang through the phone.

I winced and yanked the phone from my ear.

“I thought you said it was Matt!” I hissed angrily at Connor.

He held his hands up in surrender, looking guilty.

“Jessica, calm down,” I said slowly as I brought the phone slowly back to my ear.

“Are you high or something?” she snapped.

“What? No! Why would you say that?”

“Well, that would be the only explanation as to why you’re with Connor Michaels right now!”

I frowned and glanced at Connor, who was now watching me carefully, waiting for my response.

“Calm down, Jess. I’m fine. I needed a day off, that’s all,” I said, trying to keep the annoyance out of my tone.

“What about your date with…?”

“Bye, Jess!” I snapped, hanging up. I turned to give the phone to Connor, who now looked pissed.

“Your date with…?” he asked as his eyes narrowed.

I rolled my eyes and handed him the phone, looking away.

“Just drive,” I muttered, staring out the window as he started the car.

Connor

Bella is incredibly bipolar. One second she was joking around, and the next, she was giving me the cold shoulder. Somebody’s certainly contradictory. I’ve never been patient, and she was really testing my limits.

And a date with Liam? What was she thinking? When I called her “different,” I meant that she was interesting. Something about her made me want to get to know her better. And whether she liked it or not, that was exactly what I was going to do.

Bella

I could feel Connor looking at me every now and then, and it was bothering me… a lot.

“Would you stop that?” I hissed, turning to face him.

“Stop what?” he asked innocently.

I gritted my teeth and turned away, balling up my hands into tight fists.

“Mood swings?” he muttered, turning onto an empty street.

“Asshole,” I muttered.

Connor glared at me before he made a sharp left turn and pulled over. I saw his hands tightly grip the steering wheel, anger rushing through him.

“What the hell is your problem?” he asked through gritted teeth.

I frowned and looked away, ignoring him.

“Answer me!” he snapped, slamming his hands on the steering wheel.