Mr. Bad Boy by Me =/ (best books to read for beginners txt) 📕

"He isn't. He's been there, since my mom dissappeared. You have no right to be assuming things about a father, you don't even know. I'd appreciate if you would stop talking about people you don't know." I lie. Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse... God, I can't tell you how bad, I want to have him wrap his arms around me after I tell him that he's right, and have him hold me forever and ever and never let go.

"Fine. Why is your face so red?" He rolls his eyes and looks away as I realize how red my cheeks really are... Just thinking about him? No! Nuh-uh! Nope! I do not like him at all!

"It's hot in here, isn't it?" I start fanning myself in attempts to make it more believable. Just then my savior, (Jessie) walks in the door.

"Hey girly. Your coffee." She hands Troy is coffee that he takes a sip of, and immediately spits out. All over me. "Woahza! Troy!" She rushes out to get napkins so I start using the sheets, cause this crap is hot.

"Sorry." He mumbles, taking some napkins from his pocket and helping me. He's super gentle in the stomach area, and goes straight to my neck and face. When he gets to my face, he just stares at me... And I back at him... His eyes are a good- no, an amazing contrast to his hair, he has a defined jawline that goes perfectly with him lips. I can't even describe how amazing he looks.

"And I'm back." Jessie shuts the door shuts the door so we quickly go back to how we were before she left.

"Thanks, but we cleaned it up..." I say. She sits down next to me and we talk for a while, Troy not saying a word.

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"They want to keep me for about a day, just to see how I'm doing after a bit." I tell mainly Jessie but Troys here too.

"Okay." I look between the two of them as Jessie responds, and they both look like they haven't slept in a while and could pass out at any second.

"Go home. Get some rest." I order.

"Okay..." Jessie nods after a bit of hesitation. I look over at Troy who seems to be studying me. He turns and walks out the door which takes me by surprise. Until he comes back with a slip of paper.

"Call either Jessie or me if anything happens. We'll be back tomorrow. Bye." He says it with no emotion, but his eyes hold traces of sympathy, knowing, and a hint of something else but I can't tell what it is... They leave but not before Jessie gives my hand a sqeeze, and a knowing look to Troy. I sigh as they disappear from my sight. What's happening?

 ~Emma~

"So, you wanna come over for a while?" Jessie asks as I'm wheeled out to their car despite my many protests. 

"Sure, why not?" I respond. My dad will be mad he didn't succeed in getting rid of me so the longer I'm away the better. We get to their house and I'm amazed. It's funny how much ten minutes can change the scenery. Their house is massive, they have like, a sixty bah-jillion car garage (that may be a slight exaggeration... It's more like a four or five car), their lawn is all green and it's like a house straight out of a magazine. "Whoa..." I stare up at it in amazement and hear a chuckle behind me. I turn to Troy chuckling, and a giggle soon mixes in with it. Honestly, the sound is like music to my ears.

"Come on!" Jessie grabs my hand and drags me to the house, until she realizes that I'm grunting in pain. Then she lets me walk at my own pace, which just happened to Troy. When we get inside, the smell of freshly baked good fills my senses.

"Well that's... Intense." I say, stumbling backwards for dramatic effect.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Troy moves past me and down a hallway. Jessie and I soon follow, ending up in an amazing kitchen. From the high quality appliances to the huge island. The kitchen is super spacious, and appears to be the place the baked goods are coming from.

"Hi dear, you must be Emma. I've heard so much about you!" A woman, who can't be more than fourty by the looks of it, steps in front of my line of view, scaring me so bad I almost fall over. "I'm sorry!" She laughs, soon joined in by Jessie's and mine.

"Hi. You must be their mother." She nods. "Well it's great to meet you." I smile at her.

"So mom, where did Troy go?" Jessie smirks at me.

"He came in and ran with the muffins." Her mom replys.

"Oh no he did not! Troy!" Jessie darts down another hallway, assumingly to Troys room to... Steal back muffins?

"This is normal for them." Their mom laughs again. I swear, her laugh is contagious. I laugh until there is warmth behind me that startles me. I turn to see who it is, but when their hands direct me back to how I was before, I know it's Troy... With a basket of muffins.

"Mom! Where's Troy?" Jessie skids into the kitchen.

"Haven't seen him. Have you?" She turns to me. How do neither of them see him crouching behind me?

"Nope." I lie, trying to keep the smile off my face.

"The back door!" Jessie abruptly turns and runs back down the hallway. When I know she's gone, I nudge him with my foot.

"Thanks." He says jumping up from behind me. "For that, I reward thee, with... A muffin." He presents the muffin to me like a knight would present a sword to a king. I can't help but burst of laughing. Which, I don't know why I keep doing that. It hurts.

"Thanks." I take the muffin and do my best to curtsy. I turn to find their mom staring at us like we're weirdos, but with a smile on his face.

"What's with all the racket?" A deep voice behind me says. I can't tell if it was jokingly or not. "Ooh! Muffins!" His voice gets significantly higher as he says that. Before Troy can steal the basket, his --I'm guessing-- father steals one and eats it whole. His eyes grow wide when he sees me right next to Troy, who I've somehow become closer to. "Uhh..." He laughs nervously. "Hi. I'm Tom Stewart." He holds his hand out for me to shake, so I do.

"Emma Winters. I'm uh, I'm a friend of Jessies." I say.

"Uh! How rude!" Troy puts his hands over his chest and dramatically fall to the ground.

"Last I checked, you didn't want me to even be friends with Jessie so deal with it." I tell him playfully, while rolling my eyes. Although, I once again, cant keep the smile off my face.

"Anyways, for the task at hand. Eating these before Jessie gets back. I'll see you later." He rushes off with the basket and I turn back to their mom and dad. His mom looks confused and his dad looks off in his own land.

"You say you're Jessies friend?" She asks and I nod. "Oh..." Her eye brows furrow more.

"Not to be rude, but is there a problem with that?" I ask.

"Oh, no. No dear, I was just curious because you seem to be all Troy talks about." I feel my cheeks practically burst into flames at her words. Shut up stupid. He probably said how horrible you were. Seriously you idiot? I tell myself. My jaw drops as I see Troy walk into the kitchen with an empty Tray of muffins" shoving the last one in his mouth. He stops mid step, when he sees my shocked expression.

"What?" He asks, although through the crumbs and stuff it sounds more like, "Wuf?" I just shake my head and shrug in response. We talk for a bit more, before Jessie walks back in, huffing about the fact that she couldn't find Troy" but stops dead in her tracks when she sees him.

"Oh, you are so dead!" He jumps up and pulls me up with him, hiding behind me. I let out a shocked squeak that he laughs at, but continues using me as a human shield. He starts walking towards his room with me trapped in front of him, and Jessie trying to lunge at him, around me. I'm just glad my stomach isn't hurting at the moment. I can't stop laughing or smiling, as we make it to his room and plops down on his bed, ending up pulling me down.

On top of him.

 ~Troy~

I know having her sitting on my lap shouldn't be a big deal, but to me it is. She sort of squirms, but Jessie doesn't doesn't seem to notice. I sure do. I end up with my arms wrapped around her waist so I can put my head on her shoulder to see my sister without Emma falling over.

"Seriously?? Do you know how far I went, just to find you?? And you and your... Little, munkin here," She motions to Emma causing her to have to bite her lip to stop from laughing. God, she doesn't know how Beautiful and sexy she is, does she? "Knew where you were the whole time! You liar!" She glares and Emma and this time she doesn't hold back the laugh and neither do I. "Really? You know, if you hadn't just gotten yourself stabbed, I would be like wrestling or tickling you so hard right now." She huffs. I feel Emma go a little tense at the mention of her being stabbed but I couldn't tell had I not been right up against her.

"Well I'm so sorry for my shoes." She laughs, nervously, but once again, Jessie is too blind to see it.

"Mhmm. Blame it on the shoes. I see how you are. You just don't want to admit you're clumsy." Jessie accuses. When my sister isn't paying attention, I finally say something to Emma.

"Let's just say that 'Clumsiness'," I made sure to put air quotes around it. "Could have cost you your life." I whisper.

"Shut up. I already told you that it isn't my dad's fault." She whispers back, again, squirming.

"Then why are you here now, and not at your house? Why didn't your dad visit you, even once, in the hospital, or at least call?" She doesn't respond at all but attempts to get