The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter Twenty

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Mac was a total badass.

In fact, that word didn’t do him justice in any way. He put the ‘ass’ in badass.

It was like he had just gotten out of the bathroom a few minutes ago, his black hair was wet and resting against his forehead with a few brushes carelessly backward as if he had run his hand through it a lot of times in the past few minutes.

His eyes sparkled with a vibrant blue hue as the sun set, casting an eerie orange glow. His jawline was so sharp, it could slice through ice.

To add to his bad-boy charisma, he wore a leather jacket over a white shirt a black pair of pants, and black boots. And to top it all, he had a motorcycle behind him as he rested against the seat, holding a helmet.

This was the first time I was truly seeing Mac outside school without anyone around and I couldn’t deny that his looks were none to one.

But as usual, his lethal character and expensive habits made me want to move thousands of miles away from him, his presence causing a sense of discomfort in me.

He grinned when he saw me and I finally snapped out of my drooling, mentally scolding myself.

“Like what you see?” He smirked, pushing himself from his bike as he walked towards me.

I rolled my eyes, of course, no one could look at Mac and he wouldn’t think you were checking him out.

“Well, you kinda were.” My mind scolded me.

He didn’t need to know that! I said back to myself and shook my head, glaring at Mac who smirked.

“Ha ha, very funny,” I said, trying to hide my discomfort when he moved closer to me.

Jeez, didn’t he know what personal space meant?

“So why are you trying to look more pretty for me?” He asked and I raised my brow in confusion. He nudged at the powder in my hand and I blushed red.

Stepping away from him, I felt stupid that he had seen that I was trying to look good for him. I placed the powder in my bag and glared at him.

“I was trying to look pretty in case I meet any guy,” I said, faking a smile.

Mac chuckled, “No guy is going to approach you when you’re with me,” He said cockily.

“You think? I’m hot,” I challenged, not knowing where the sudden burst of confidence was coming from.

“Yes you are,” Mac said, before leaning to my ear. “But they still won’t approach you. Why? Because in everything they aren’t.” He finished and I scoffed, pushing him away.

“Cocky much?” I said, folding my arms and Mac chucked.

“Yes, I have a huge cock. Wanna see?” He asked and I blushed, covering my face in my hand and I heard him laugh.

“Ew, that’s disgusting,” I exclaimed as Mac laughed more and my brain did well to imagine the size of his-

Shut up!

“Come on. We are going to be late,” He said, taking my arm and leading me to the motorcycle behind him.

“Late for ice cream?” I asked, confused and glancing at the time to see it was just past seven.

Most ice cream shops didn’t close till past twelve.

“We aren’t only going to get ice cream, ” He smirked, and my heart skipped a beat at the glow of mischief in those blue eyes.

“That’s not what we agreed on. I only said we could have ice cream, nothing more and nothing less. We have a history test tomorrow and my curfew is by ten,” I said.

Okay that was a lie, but damn the asshole didn’t believe me

Mac turned to me, placing his hands on my shoulders as he grinned at me, showing off a perfect dentition of pearly white teeth.

“Trust me?” He asked and I laughed.

“Not even if the world was ending or pigs could fly,” I responded and he rolled his eyes.

“Ok at least have some faith in me,”

“No, I ca-”

Mac cut me off by placing a finger on my lips and I jerked away from him.

“Who knows where those fingers have been,” I said as I rubbed my lips and Mac chuckled as he walked off and threw his leg over his motorcycle.

“Come on,” He said and I gave him a sceptical look.

“No way, I am not getting on this motorcycle death trap!” I exclaimed and Mac put his hand out for me.

“It’s not a death trap. It’s better than taking my car.” He said and I glanced nervously at the bike.

“There’s no spare helmet for me?” I asked worriedly.

“I can give you mine but there’s no probability there’ll be an accident. I’m a good rider,” He said, smirking at his idea of a joke but it did nothing to ease my fears as he reached for my arm and pulled me close before placing the helmet over my head.

I shivered when his fingers brushed my neck briefly before he smiled at me. “Get on,” He said and I nodded.

I placed my foot over the bike and rested it against the paddle.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said and I could almost hear the smirk on his voice.

“You better go slow,” I scolded, glancing nervously at the floor.

“If that’s how you like it. I’m usually fast and fierce,” Mac chuckled and I slapped him on his shoulders.

“Stop with the horny jokes,” I scolded and he laughed, before twisting his keys and bringing the motorcycle to life.

I shivered a little as the machine vibrated under me. Fear gripped me as I thought of riding in this for the first time in my life.

“You should hold onto me, cupcake,” Mac said and I rolled my eyes.

“No way am I doing that,” I said stubbornly and I heard Mac chuckle.

And in that moment, the motorcycle jerked forward almost making me fall backward and out of instinct, I reached for Mac. I put my hands around his torso and grabbed him tight for my dear life.

“Works every time,” I listened to him say and I frowned at the back of his head.

“Asshole,” I said.