Mr. Bad Boy - Me =/ (best romance books of all time .TXT) 📗

things with her or I swear to God-" I clamp my hand over her mouth before she can finish.

"I will fix it! Jesus woman." I roll my eyes and leave, going back to Emma's room. "Em?" I ask, softly knocking.

"Go away." She responds harshly. Instead I twist the door handle and let myself in, shutting the door behind me. She doesn't say anything so I walk over, and sit on the bed she's currently burrying herself in blankets in at the moment.

"I didn't kiss you so that you'd give me an answer." I bluntly state. She doesn't answer again, so I start bouncing on the edge of the bed. Besides a grunt, she continues ignoring me. I move over her, my knees resting over either side of her legs, and my arms on either side of her head. The blanket is very slowly lowered, as just her eyes peak out. This isn't enough for me, so I actually sit on her legs.

"Get off me." She groans, pushing the blanket all the way off as she tries to get me off.

"Princess, you're not going to get anywhere." I chuckle. She freezes and glares at me for a moment before giving up. Before I can stop myself, I lean down again, and claim her lips. She doesn't hesitate for even a second before kissing me back. Her lips fit perfectly with mine, along with the rest of her, almost as if she was made just for me.

Chapter thirteen

 ~Emma~

 

Tomorrow, I'm turning 18. I'm moving to my own apartment, away from John, away from this torture. By that, I mean Troy. Since the first night, we've shared a few heated kisses but never further. My body... It craves him, like an addiction, and I haven't even had him yet. God... What am I doing with myself? I start thinking of all the possibilities of Troy and I actually having sex and some of them, not going to lie, scare me. Troy getting me pregnant and leaving, Troy hating me and never talking to me again, Troy acting like he likes it and then spreads rumors about me to the whole school. In all of the scenarios I can come up with, there's never one where I don't like it. A soft knock disrupts me feeling bad for myself. How conceded is that?

"Come in." I sigh. Troy comes in and shuts the door behind him. I don't look at him, but I do know its him. Over the past four weeks, I've learned everything about how I react to him. His scent, his touch, his lips. Just his presence.

"Hey princess." He says.

"What happened to no pet names?" I roll my eyes still not looking at him.

"I never agreed with that... Princess." I turn to glare at him but freeze when I see him in just a pair of shorts. Shirtless. In my room. I'm speechless as I gawk at the sight for sore eyes.

I try to get words out, but it just comes out as incoherent mumbles, something along to lines of, "Hmmna." He chuckles and walks over to me. He wastes no time taking my lips in his. Although this time, his hands that are normally on my waist, travel a bit higher, pulling my shirt up. I snake my legs around his waist, a new found confidence washing over me. He quickly removes my shirt and pants, leaving me in over matching black undergarments. I quickly remove his shorts, leaving him in only a pair of boxers. Those are soon discarded, along with the rest of my clothing.

"God you're beautiful."

 

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I wake up next to a softly snoring, and might I add, naked Troy. I decide to get up and go for a jog, in hopes to get rid of the pain and soreness between my legs. It difficult at first but I manage. A while later, I hear foot steps pounding behind me, causing me to be slightly frightened and run faster, but they quickly catch up. Troy. 

"Oh my God, you scared the shit out of me." I sigh but keep running.

"You do you know how horrible it is to wake up after a night that amazing with you not next to me?" He grumbles.

"Sorry." I giggle and roll my eyes, but stop in my tracks as I see a woman looking very lost wandering around. "Excuse me ma'am? Is there anything we can help you with?" She seems oddly familiar but I push it aside as Troy slides up next to me.

"My daughter. I need to find her." Her breathing becomes frantic and uneven.

"Hey, hey. Its okay. Why don't you come sit down over here and we can talk." I suggest. She nods and I help her to a bench. I kneel down in front of her, Troy proactively towering over both of us. 

"What do you mean you need to find your daughter?" He asks gruffly. I snake his leg and turn back to the woman.

"I need to find her. To see if she's okay. Please, help me. What's the date?" I check my watch and discover that it is my birthday.

"November 18, 2019." I tell her. "Can you tell us your name?" I ask.

"Today is it... I- I'm Jackie. Jackie Winters." My breath catches in my throat and I find that I cant breathe no matter how hard I try.

"Whoa princess. Breathe. Just breathe." Troy soothes, kneeling down by me. I finally am able to breathe and look up at the woman.

"M...Mom?" I ask just below a whisper. Although she hears it.

"Emma? Emma, is that you baby girl?" She asks as tears well up in both of our eyes.

"Mom!" I jump up and immediately give her the biggest hug ever.

"Oh God. You've grown into such a beautiful woman." She tells me. "Twelve years changes so much."

"Princess... This is your mom?" Troy asks. I simply nod.

"W...where?  Where were you?" I ask.

"Honestly? I don't know. I don't even know how I get here. How's your dad?" She asks, hope in her eyes. I look at the ground and she quickly catches on. "No... He didn't. That bastard." She pulls me in for another hug and Troy clears his throat. 

"We should get back. Emma, you can bring your mom. She can sleep in one of the guest rooms for now." He turns and it feels like everything we've worked towards is ruined. Emma. His simple, normal word echos through my head as I help my mom back to their house. He hasn't called me Emma since the first night we kissed. He's pissed... Once we're back Troy is already in his room. I bring my mom to once of the rooms and tuck her frail body in. She looks horrible. Like she hasn't slept in months and she's lost so much weight she's practically skin and bones.

"Good night... Mom." I shut the door and practically run to Troys room. I don't even bother knocking before I barge into his room. "What's wrong with you?" I ask.

"Oh I dont know. I told you. You're a fucking liar. He did abuse you. Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me?!" He almost shouts.

"Be quieter!" I hiss. "Troy, I was scared. Okay? Yeah, he's the reason I was in the hospital. He's the reason I flinch everytime someone, other than you touches me. He's the reason I had the cut in my head. He's the reason for everything. Are you happy now?" I throw my hands in the air in defeat.

"Why the fuck would I be happy?? You could have died Em!!" He's pulling so hard on his hair I think he'll rip it out at any moment.

"Yeah? And? You would have died if I had told you. Just like Henry." I let it slip.

"Who hell is Henry??" Rage is dripping from his words.

"He was my best friend... John... I mean... You know what? John. He killed him. He tried to stop him from hurting me and ended up being killed in front of me. That's why I would- I couldnt tell you."

"And why would you care if I died?? You dont seem to care before or now, now do you??" He seeths.

"I do care." I fire back, louder and harsher than I intend to.

"Really? I highly doubt that." He scoffs. As the next words fall from my lips, I realize that they're all, so true.

"It's true! You know why? I'm in love with you, okay?? I am beyond my control, 100% in love with you! There is nothing I can do to stop it, no matter how hard I try! I love your smile, your laugh. I love your looks. I love when you dont act like you care about Jessie and me but deep down you do. Everything you do warms every part of me like a fucking furnace. I love you Troy... So much..."

Chapter fourteen

 ~Troy~

 

I stare at her in amazement and shock after her out burst. She... She loves me? I get to her in two long and fast strides, smashing my lips on top of hers. 

"I love you too." I whisper against her lips. I feel her smile but pull me closer by the collar of my shirt. "I like this... Confident... You." I say between breaths.

"So you don't like non confident me?" She challenges, pulling away. Damn.

"I'm just saying I like non confident you too... I'm not saying I don't like non confident you, I do! Like all of non confident you." I ramble nervously.

"But you don't like all of confident me?"

"Dammit woman." I kiss her again and she wraps her legs around my waist again. I gently set her down and the right side of the bed and hesitantly pull away, laying down next to her. "I'm sorry." I whisper, playing with her hair. She looks up at me, confused, so I continue. "For being a jerk before. I just... I didn't want to get close to you to have you break Jessie and I. It's happened before so I just thought..."

 

~Emma~

 

"Troy... I won't. I promise." I whisper back. He smiles and places his lips on mine. 

"I won't either, princess." He promises.And yet, somehow...

It happened. 

I wake up the next morning and Troy is gone. No note, no text. No nothing. His parents, Jessie... No one knows where he is. He did leave. I try calling him, but I hear a muffled ringtone. I quickly go through the pile of clothes and find his phone. Left, here. Princess <3 is lit across the screen. Then my phone goes to voicemail so I hang up. One missed call from: Princess <3