Beware of Bad Boy

by April Brookshire

CHAPTER NINE

  “A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that

  he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.”

  -Helen Rowland

  GIANNA

  Caleb parked in another parking garage downtown and we walked several blocks to the Rocky Mountain Diner. “You know, I’ve never been here.”

  “They have the best food here. I’ll order for you,” he offered, guiding me to a booth with his hand on my lower back.

  We sat down and a forty-something waitress approached with menus. “Where’ve you been, honey?”

  “Jean, I have bad news, devastating really, I had to move up north to Broomfield with my dad. I’ll probably only be able to make it in here once a week.” He looked so pathetic and sad that the waitress ate it up.

  She patted his cheek soothingly. “Poor baby, who’s going to feed you?”

  “Don’t worry, Jean, I have a new stepmom and she’s got mad Betty Crocker skills. Actually, this is my stepsister, Gianna.” He motioned towards me, bringing Jean’s attention to me.

  “Oh, what a pretty girl. You’ll have to watch out for her, Caleb.”

  “I’m trying my best, Jean, but she’s kind of wild.” Smartass.

  “You’re such a good boy, Caleb. What will you have today, the usual?” Jean had a pen and notepad ready to take our order.

  “Yes, we’ll both have that. Thank you, Jean.”

  Jean left to give the kitchen our order and I hissed at Caleb, “You are so full of it.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Caleb said proudly, leaning back in his seat. He pulled the list out of his pocket and I saw him cross off numbers one through four and number nine. “So, princess, what does number thirteen entail?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I imitated what he’d told me this morning.

  He was unconcerned. “I’ll get it out of you eventually. So, how much fun are you having under my guidance?”

  We were sitting there laughing about almost getting caught earlier when some random girl plopped herself sideways onto Caleb’s lap. Her arms snaked around his neck at the same time. “Caleb, where’ve you been? I’ve missed you.” She was doing that annoying baby-talk thing girls did when trying to sound cute.

  Her nasty-ass lips were on his before he could respond. I felt like yanking her off of him by her cheap extensions. Caleb pushed her off him, saying, “I moved, Cathy.”

  “It’s Casey,” she corrected heatedly.

  “Yeah, whatever, anyways I’ll call you,” he said in that tone that meant I won’t really call you, I just want to get rid of you.

  His meaning was obvious to me and probably anyone within earshot, but Casey must’ve been delusional. “You will?” she practically squealed. “You promise?” It was the disgusting baby-talk voice again.

  Caleb was clearly annoyed, wanting her to be gone. “Promise.”

  Casey went back to her table, but not before throwing me a venomous glare. I restrained myself from tripping her, just barely. It wouldn’t do to have Caleb think I was jealous. Which would be totally untrue and ridiculous. Getting jealous over a guy like Caleb would be like getting jealous over a swing at a public park. It was free for anyone to have a ride.

  He must’ve sensed my inner turmoil from the look on my face, because he drawled, “Jealous?”

  “How’d you know?” I asked in fake astonishment. “I so wanted her to sit on my lap and put her STD mouth on me!”

  “I thought I was getting a lesbian vibe from you!” he joked, still seeming annoyed underneath the levity.

  “So, are you going to call her?” If he said yes, my respect for him would suffer even more. Besides, I stupidly wanted him to say no. I was pretty positive he’d slept with that girl at some point and it bothered me despite my not wanting it to.

  “I don’t even have her number.”

  Good boy, I respected him more for his decision.

  “Plus, I don’t usually offer seconds.”

  And the dial on the respect meter just went back down.

  I could hear that Casey bitch talking shit about me with some other girls in a booth somewhere behind me.

  She looks like she got plastic surgery on her face, said one voice.

  I bet she used to be a dog, said another.

  He’ll totally dump her and call you, Casey, ‘cause you’re way hotter, said a third.

  Fed up, I scratched the back of my head with my middle finger and heard a round of gasps. I smile serenely at Caleb, who was clueless to the verbal and nonverbal catfight he’d instigated.

  Our food came a little later and he’d ordered us both huge hamburgers with steak fries. “I can’t eat all of this,” I told him. “I’d need two stomachs.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll eat whatever you don’t finish,” he assured then bit into his burger.

  “That’s probably why you ordered us the same thing, huh?” His smile was answer enough.

  I ate as much as I could and let him finish my food as promised. “Whenever we go out to eat, my mom makes me order a salad or chicken and rice. I haven’t had a good fattening restaurant burger in forever.” At home she made tasty food to make Scott happy, so I got to eat that, but she sometimes gave me a disapproving look if she thought I was eating too much.

  “That is just wrong. You’re far from fat,” he remarked, eyeing my stomach area. I had the sudden urge to cover it with my hands.

  Fighting a blush, I told him, “Yeah, but she’s paranoid that I’ll gain weight. Sometimes I wonder what’d happen if I did. She’d probably have a nervous breakdown or something.”

  “Please don’t get fat. I like looking at your hot body too much,” he teased.

  “Pig.” He had nothing to say to that, since it was true.

  Caleb paid for our meal and we left the restaurant, walking in the opposite direction from where his car was parked. “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see, princess,” he replied with a wink.

  We crossed quite a few blocks before stopping in front of a tattoo shop called Donna’s Designs. “Are you serious? I can’t get a tattoo. My mom would drag my ass to the nearest place to get it removed.”

  “Then you just have to get it somewhere she won’t see it. I think I know the perfect place.” He smacked me on the butt to make his meaning clear.

  “Like I said, you’re a pervert.” I slapped him on the arm in retaliation.

  “Anyways, you don’t have to get it today. You can just look at some designs.”

  This made me feel better and I followed him inside. There were a couple artists working on tattoos and one of them glanced up at our entrance. “Hey, Caleb, are you here for that tongue piercing?”

  “Nope, Donna. This is Gianna. She’s here to get my name tattooed on her ass.” He said it with a straight face and I pushed him. Donna laughed and went back to the guy she was working on. She was a few years older than us, pretty with black hair to her shoulders and colorful tattoos going up one arm.

  “You’re a pervert, Caleb,” she said. See, I was right!

  “She’s still thinking about what to get, Donna,” he informed her.

  “Okay, just let me know if you have any questions.”

  I thanked her and we looked through books. Too curious to resist, I asked Caleb, “Do you have any tattoos?” I’d avoided looking at his body when I’d seen him in a towel and I was regretting it now.

  “Yes, and if you’re lucky, you might just get to see them someday.”

  I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. “I think I want to design my own and I already have something in mind.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Maybe if you get lucky, you might just get to see it,” I mimicked him. “How do you get tattoos without a parent’s consent?”

  “Oh, Donna used to live in the same apartment building as me, so she doesn’t care,” he explained. “Are you ready to get one today?”

  “No way, I want to work on the design a little first and mentally prepare myself
.” I wasn’t looking forward to it hurting either.

  “Let’s go then.” Caleb called out a goodbye to Donna and told her that we’d be back.

  We were heading to his car and I wondered if we were finished for the day. Surprisingly, hanging out with Caleb hadn’t been as bad as I’d thought. “What now, boss?”

  “You got that right. Actually, I was wondering about number six. Why haven’t you done that before?”

  “Well, sometimes there are b-boys dancing on the street at the 16th Street Mall. I’m sure you’ve seen them, having lived down here. Even my crew does it every once in awhile, but I’m too afraid someone my mom knows will be there shopping or eating at a restaurant. If they see me and tell her, she’d freak.”

  “I think it’s more important that you’re happy. Sometimes you have to take risks. If she finds out, we’ll deal with it then. You should ask about the next time the crew is planning on going and we’ll meet them there.” A group of guys our age were about to pass us on the sidewalk and I was surprised when Caleb steered me to the right of him so they’d pass near him.

  “Okay, I’ll talk to Jared,” I told him, still thinking of what just happened.

  “How about you talk to Cece?” he suggested, looking irritated.

  “Jealous?” I teased him.

  “I don’t get jealous,” he said smoothly. “Other guys have never been much competition for me.”

  “Your ego is ridiculous!” True, he looked good, especially in the striped t-shirt and jeans he wore, but an ego like that couldn’t be healthy.

  “Nope, just honest.”

  When we got back to his car, he drove to the parking garage near his mom’s apartment. We had to go back to the apartment for my bag. I followed him to his room where it sat on his bed. He had a lot of band posters and drawings on his walls.

  Remembering what I’d forgotten to ask him this morning, I said, “Are these yours?”

  “Yes, I guess I got the gene from my mom.”

  Turning away from the drawings, I smiled at him. “They’re really good. I should have you draw the design I want for my tattoo.”

  “Sure, no problem.” His expression changed to something indecipherable. “You know, I don’t usually let girls come to my place. It usually results in stalkers. You should feel lucky.”

  “Jeez, that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” I replied sarcastically. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”

  “You shouldn’t say bad words.”

  “I didn’t just say a bad word.” His serious demeanor was confusing me.

  “Yes you did. You said the G-word,” he whispered. “Girlfriend.” His fake shudder was over the top.

  “You’re horrible, do you know that? A complete player.”

  He put his arms around my waist, pulling me into his body. “I know, but if I did want to enter the form of slavery called being in a relationship, it’d be with someone as hot as you.”

  I glared up at him. “Wow, that was the second most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. You’re on a roll, Caleb. Anything else?”

  “Yep,” His lips came crashing down onto mine.

  Responding, I went into this kiss with my eyes wide open. I knew he was a player and developing any real feelings would be a disaster. I’d just have fun with it while it lasted. We moved over to the bed with me on top. My lips roamed from his lips to his neck. Instinct told me to mark him. I sat up laughing.

  “What?” he asked, brows drawn together.

  “I gave you a hickey!” I declared triumphantly.

  “Are you trying to mark your territory?” he asked, gripping my hips to grind me against him. He didn’t seem bothered at all.

  “No, it’s just that you’re a player. You should look the part. It was either that, or write Player on your forehead with permanent marker while you sleep tonight.”

  “If you do that, I’ll write my name on your forehead while you sleep.” One hand moved up my waist and was just under my breast.

  “That wouldn’t be a good idea. Someone might make the mistake of thinking you had a girlfriend. I couldn’t imagine anything worse happening than that!” My mock horror made him chuckle.

  “Very funny, princess.” Caleb rolled me over onto my back with him on top and damn did he feel good there. We started kissing again and I slowly inched his shirt off.

  “What are you doing?” he mumbled against my lips.

  I quickly tugged his shirt over his head, so just his arms were still in it. “I want to see your tats!”

  He leaned back, pulled his shirt over his head and gave me a good look. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. He looked so fucking hot! It made a girl want to give up her virginity. I guess I should’ve known since he had one eyebrow pierced, that both his nipples were pierced too. His body was ripped. I’d never noticed him going to the gym, but he must fit it in sometime with abs like that.

  On his chest was a really cool Chinese dragon tattoo done in red and black. I touched it and he asked, “Do you like it?”

  “Yeah, do you have any other ones?” He started to unbutton his jeans and I put my hands over his. “Wait! I don’t want to see that one!” I don’t, right? I’d probably faint and never be able to face him again.

  He laughed and said ambiguously with a strange glint in his eyes, “I’m just kidding. Maybe.”

  Now I had to wonder if he really did have a tattoo somewhere under those jeans. Damn him! The idea of getting a little payback popped into my head. I leaned up to lick his nipple, flicking the ring. He shuddered as I sucked his nipple into my mouth.

  “Gianna,” he moaned. “Fuck. We should stop before this goes too far.” He didn’t sound as if he really meant it.

  “That won’t happen,” I told him confidently. “My first time isn’t going to be with a player.”

  He sprang away from me so fast I swore I felt a whoosh of air. “Whoa, first time? You’re a virgin?” The way he said it, you’d think I’d just told him I had the clap.

  “Yeah, so what? Why’s that so bad?” Anger was building in me at his attitude.

  “I do not mess around with virgins.” He picked his shirt up and yanked it back over his head.

  “You’re an asshole,” I told him, not believing his attitude. “Peace out, motherfucker!” I snatched my bag off where it’d fallen on the floor and left the apartment. My whole point had been that I’d never have sex with him, but the way he’d acted you’d think I threw myself at him.

  As I walked to my car, I was thankful I didn’t have to drive home with him. I’d have probably followed through with number one on the list and punched him in the face. I was pissed on the way home, until I realized the best way to handle how he just treated me was to get a little payback. Now, I just had to figure out how to do it.