The Bad Boy's Secret

~Chapter eight~

"Amelia, will you stop a minute!" his voice, demanding as ever, vibrates through my entire body, chilling me to the very bone.

The fact that he's having this affect on me is quite unnerving and as I find myself coming to an abrupt stop, I decide to take advantage of his seemingly persistent attitude.

"Can to tell me where room C-3 is please?" I ask calmly, as if the way he's currently looking at me doesn't knock the very breath from my lungs.

The corners of his mouth instantly lift into a subtle smirk and while my eyes focus in on the action, I notice the way his right eyebrow appears to be joining in on the occasion as it, too, lifts up into an amused expression.

"You have history next?" he questions, his smile only deepening. "Me too and if you're lucky I'll save you a seat." he suggests, too optimistically for my liking.

"Id rather not be near you but if you could just lead the way..."

"That's no way to make friends!" he argues; arrogant as ever in his claims. "I understand you're new to town so I assume you're current friendship circle is pretty much non-existent. Maybe try being a little more appreciative and you'll bag yourself an acquaintance or two." he advises, angering me with his cocky suggestion.

"Appreciative?" I scoff, physically baring my teeth at him. "Like your were appreciative of me and my feelings on Saturday night?" I laugh, although my tone is anything but amused.

I make an attempt to push past him, desperate to find someone, anyone who will help my current predicament but stop when I feel a warm hand wrap around my wrist.

"Oh come on, darling you can't still be mad at me?" he asks, another smirk gracing his glorious lips. "I just saved your ass in English." he then adds, as if I now somehow owe him,

Not a chance.

"Don't call me that." I snap, shocking even myself with my harsh tone.

I instinctually take a step back, loosening his hold on me whilst putting as much needed distance as possible between us and make yet another attempt to push past his tall, broad frame.

Once again, I'm met with no success.

"Look Amelia, I know things didn't exactly go to plan on Saturday night but you can't be angry at me just because I didn't sleep with you." he defends, mortifying me in the process at the prospect of someone overhearing us. "Trust me, I did it with your best interests at heart." he finishes, running a nervous hand through his hair, as if somewhat apologetic.

"If you did it with my best interests at heart, why have you asked for rain check?" I ask, or rather demand. "And if you think for one second I'm buying into your crap about it being for my own good, you're mistaken. Do yourself a favour, Aidan and just admit you couldn't get it up!" I hiss, suddenly feeling the need to hit something or someone.

Honestly, I just want him to feel as humiliated as I was and maybe then he can 'appreciate' my frustration. I'm not mad at him for not following through with our unspoken plans, I'm more mad at myself for letting things get that far but he did embarrass me and I fully intend on cutting all ties with him.

"You know as well as I do that wasn't the issue at all." he smirks, stalking forward and trapping me between his delightful body and the lockers. "Don't sell yourself short, Amelia. You very much have the ability to get me...excited." he then adds, as if what he's suggesting is supposed to be complimentary.