Bad Boy Attraction by Jennifer Trevino (fox in socks read aloud .TXT) 📖

scared to reply so she stood silently as they left running like predators out for a prey.

         John emerged out of the bushes when the coast was clear, he was staggering weakly. Natalie was somewhat worried of the pale delinquent, but in the same time she wanted him to leave. What if they came back and decided to do the same to her?

         The thought frightened her and she glanced at the out of breath classmate her feelings conflictive on the two choices. Should she help him?

         Her mother gasped from behind her and stared with wide eyes at John, her bags dropping to the floor. Natalie turned sharply and went over to her mother, noticing the way her mother’s eyes wandered to the wound he had on his shoulder.  

         “Are you alright young-man?” Her mother asked him in a concerned voice. 

         “It’s alright, I’m already leaving,” he told her, his lips tugging into a forced smile.

         “Nonsense! You are hurt and need to be treated,” Natalie’s mother yelled. “Natalie go get the first aid kit,” she told Natalie with urgency. Natalie gripped her mother’s shoulder disapproving of helping the delinquent. She shook her trembling head, and looked at John with a disapproving disgusted expression.

         “Natalie what’s wrong?” Her mother asked her, noting the obvious hate in her child’s eyes. Natalie shook her head terrified to tell her mother out loud that she wanted him to leave immediately.

“It’s okay Miss, I can do it myself,” he said as he limped to the entrance. Her mother had to be held back as John left, and finally released her when he was out of sight. It was weird because she honestly wanted to help him too, for some strange reason she felt ashamed.  

        “Honestly Natalie you were very rude to that handsome young man, he was badly hurt yet you didn’t want to help him,” her mother said disapprovingly.

        “But mother, you don’t know the type of guy he is,” Natalie complained, her hands tightening into fists.

        “Of course, you can tell by looking he is a bright young man,” her mother told her with a dazed look and gentle smile.

        Natalie didn’t want to tell her mother what type of guy he really was, the type who would beat you up for whatever you did. He was the most popular guy not only because of his brute fighting techniques but because he was strikingly dashing. John Mathew was just someone you didn’t want to mess with; hopefully he didn’t recognize her at the slightest.

 

~♥~

 

       John slid against the wall in the dark alley, his heart hammering from the beauty he had just witnessed. He hadn’t expected an angel to be surrounded by so many beautiful flowers to appear before him, it had made him stunned when he entered the shop.

       “Just who exactly is she?” He questioned aloud, his breathing coming out heavy and rough from exhaustion. She seemed familiar but he just couldn’t recall from where he had seen here before. Maybe he had witnessed her at school?

She was really beautiful with pure white skin that seemed to tease him, and flowing light brown hair that looked like spun silk. He pondered about her for a few more minutes almost forgetting that he had a serious wound on his shoulder, which is how much she affected him.

There was just something interesting about her, the way her eyes made him feel like if he was falling into a deep dark hole of loneliness and sadness. She was depressing but somehow still managed to put a fake smile and hide her inner feelings.

Was he overreacting too much? Thinking about a girl who he had just met for a few brief minutes, has caused him to think too much.

But he couldn’t help it, there seemed to be an invisible rope pulling him straight at her. Was it possible?

He didn’t know, but now he was fascinated by that girl he wanted to know more about her and figure out what made her act so cold toward him. There had to be a reason why she openly despised him, yet she helped even though she didn’t want to in the first place.

John chuckled lowly; his eyes glinted in the darkness with intent to play with his new toy. He winced from the pain the wound was inflicting on him, and decided to go to the hospital. Bruce his best friend would probably yell at him for taking on a pack of guys, but it didn’t matter.

He found something interesting and cute to play with…          

 

~♥~

 

        “Hey that’s strange John came today,” one of the girl’s who sat behind Natalie squirmed in surprise, her face turning flustered as the Bad Boy entered the room. “He is so hot!” They all squealed their tails wagging back and forth in adoration.

Natalie didn’t spare a glance at him, hoping he still hasn’t noticed they have the same classroom together. It would be troublesome if he realized it was her and decided to bully her or worse torture her until senior year.

         She forced her eyes to not stray to his tall figure and tried to study her neat notes once again before the teacher arrived and gave the test out. But as much as she tried she couldn’t concentrate at all. Her thoughts somehow seemed to drift toward him, and just when she lifted her eyes they instantly locked with his.

Her face drained from color and she dropped the pencil she had been holding. Inside she was hoping he hadn’t noticed her, but it was now clear he did. His dark chocolate eyes were focused on her only, to her great dismay.

“What’s your name?” He questioned suddenly, his head tilted to the side and his eyes narrowing at her. She was shaking in fear her eyes felt tearful, but somehow she managed to answer rather calmly.

“N-Natalie…Natalie Parker,” she answered weakly.

“I see, you were that girl from the shop,” he stated one of his hands slammed against her desk making her gasp and jump slightly from her seat. He brought his hand up to bring her chin up, and he took in her features. Her doe eyes were an endless pool of crystal clear water, her nose small, and her lips full and tempting enough to kiss. John leaned in unconsciously his eyelids slowly closing as the distance decreased.

“What are you doing?” An obnoxious voice interrupted, as he pulled Natalie away from John. He opened his eyes and glared at the blonde, tall, pretty boy that had his arms around Natalie protectively.

“Nathan,” he said sourly, he stood straight and looked at his enemy with ferocious eyes. He wasn’t very fond of the Perfect Goody Two-shoes; Nathan was everything his parents wanted him to be.

“John, why can’t you leave everyone alone?” He questioned in a stern, mature voice his arm still around Natalie’s shoulders. This somehow irked him for some reason, he didn’t like the way he touched her.

“Why don’t you stay out of my fucking business?” John replied with his own question, his eyes turning a dark shade. He was really pissed off that this blonde, skinny boy was talking back at him with so much confidence.

“I am the Class President, and it’s my duty to keep the class in check,” Nathan said his icy sapphire eyes locked with his, it was a silent battle. Both were itching to cut each other’s throats and finish the other once and for all, but this was school. Nathan couldn’t risk his pride and good behavior for some stupid delinquent, while John couldn’t risk getting into another fight.

“Um…excuse me?” Natalie said from between them, her cheeks had turned a beet red from embarrassment. Nathan’s arm was still held around her, his temperature seeping into her chest, and everyone in class was watching in shock.

“Oh, I’m sorry Natalie,” Nathan released his hold on her and took a step away with a flustered face. John smirked at the silly expression, but then felt anger replace it when she blushed also. “It’s okay,” she replied lowly.

What the hell is wrong with me? Getting so emotional over a girl I barely met a few days ago… He shook his head and went over to the seat next to hers; the boy was practically sweating bullets as he stared down at him.

“Move,” is all he said to make the small teenager scramble out of his seat with his backpack. He took the seat and turned to face Natalie, his eyes trained on her face. “Don’t mind me, President I just can’t see well from all the way in the back,” John explained with a mischievous smirk.

Nathan was taken aback by John’s strange mood, usually he came late and sat down and did nothing but stare out the window. If anyone so much as bothered him he wouldn’t hesitate to beat the crap out of them, this was certainly strange.

 “I’m keeping an eye on you John. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but don’t lay a hand on Natalie,” he said his eyes glancing at the poor, trembling girl. It was obvious she didn’t want anything to do with John, but it was just like John to make her suffer more.

“Is that a threat, Pretty Boy?”

“It won’t be if you keep on bothering Natalie,” he answered with a smile. John chuckled at the bold threat; he never knew the Perfect Nice President could be so mean and rude.

 “You better not go out off your word,” he smirked giving Nathan a cold shiver, at the way his dangerous eyes glinted. John was certainly acting strange, what did he want from Natalie exactly?

“If you need me Natalie, don’t hesitate to call for me,” Nathan suggested giving her a small pat on the shoulder. He smiled kindly at her and she nodded her eyes glancing at the figure beside her. 

Show me how to get you

Show me how to get you~

 

Have I done anything wrong, to deserve this guy’s attention? Was the first thing Natalie thought as she was writing down her answers in the test. Her hand was trembling and she was appalled by the dark gaze right beside her, who wouldn’t be nervous when they had a delinquent glaring at you?

She finished the last sentence neatly, writing her full name perfectly on the sheet of paper. Her honey brown hair fell over her face as she bent lowly to hide her face from the fearless Bad Boy.

Was he still watching? She wanted to raise her head up high and proud, and stare him straight in the eye with confidence, but it was impossible for a timid girl like her. Natalie would admit that he had a handsome face and a body that has fought hard, but his attitude toward others terrified her. It was probably because it reminded her of them…

“Ring, Ring!” The bell rang and the teacher stood up, and told the students to turn in the tests to the front, on her desk.

Natalie stood up unexpectedly in the same moment as John; she glanced at him and met his eyes. It was a long second that made her hold her breath and forget that she was supposed to be cautious of him.

But there was something fascinating about his dark look that expressed