All Chapters of A Dare To Kiss The Bad Boy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The anger that was building inside of me dissolved and, it was replaced with concern after Romeo spoke out those words.I chewed on my bottom lip. I was right, something about him just seemed off. Perhaps, he would open up to me. Even though we were no longer in a relationship, I still wanted to know the part of his life that he kept hidden. "Can you stop looking at me with those piercing eyes? It's not making this any easier." He uttered, sighing in frustration. I rolled my eyes, averting my gaze from him. I think it was kind of stupid that my heart fluttered a little when he described my gaze as "piercing". The way he spoke, in his low and deep voice sent a shiver down my spine making me feel weak in the knees. Indeed, I was a goner for his voice. Just his voice, not him. I would never admit that I still felt a certain way about my ex. It would be too embarrassing, after all I claimed I was over him. I snapped out of my thoughts and I turned to him. "What's going on with you, Rom

I watched the last trace of Romeo's car disappear from my view, my hands were still clenched tightly that my fingernails dug into my palm.Romeo meant it when he said he didn't want to talk about what happened. After he said he didn't want to talk, I got out of his car and watched him drive away. I stepped into my house. I was hurt. I was hurt that Romeo couldn't trust me enough to share his feelings. But then, I shouldn't blame him for not sharing anything with me. What did I really mean to him? I was his pathetic ex-girlfriend who claimed to be over him, yet still couldn't let go of some of my feelings for him. I was pulled from my thoughts by the sight of James' gleaming white car, parked in the garage. Damn, I forgot about the party. I couldn't consider ditching the party now, not when my date was already here.I also noticed my mom's car in the driveway. She must have gotten home early. I wasn't nervous about James being alone with my mother. She had met him many times and alwa

My bright eyes lit up. I beamed with satisfaction, knowing that James' response was exactly what I'd hoped for. What I loved most was that James didn't question my motives. He didn't ask why I kissed him or seek an explanation. He just accepted it for what it was. He wasn't aware of what I was doing. Despite the thrill of the moment, I couldn't shake the creeping guilt I felt. I'd used James as a pawn in my game. I kissed him to get back at Samantha and my ex boyfriend. I hated that I'd used his feelings for me to further my own agenda, even if it wasn't intentional. I would surely make things right, but at least I'd accomplished what I'd set out to do. The room fell silent. All eyes were on us, I caught the glances of the students who were familiar with my history with Romeo. They watched with bated breath, eager to see how this would play out. The other students looked around in confusion while some just minded the business. I was sure the other students were from other schools.

"Damn it," I mumbled, not quite under my breath. I looked back over at them and saw that they were still doing whatever they were doing since the beginning of the philosophy class. My frustration bubbled up and before I could think better of it, I slammed my fist onto the table. I instantly regretted doing that as pain shot up my arm."Ouch," I winced.All eyes turned to me. I was sure those two who caused this were staring at me too. "What's gotten into you?" The philosophy teacher asked, his voice stern. He hated any disruption in his classroom. I shut my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. I hated that I was the object of the attention. I was furious at the way Samantha and Romeo had put me in the spotlight like this and ruined my monday. All I wanted was to focus on my philosophy class, but how could I do that when I was still reeling from what happened at the party? It was all I'd thought about all weekend. And, I was here, trying to focus, but Samantha and Romeo were a

I let out a moan, and that made Romeo break the kiss. I shivered as the cold hit my bare skin. I crossed my arms to try and stave off the chill, but I could still feel the goosebumps rising on my skin. We just stood there, our eyes locked on each other. Romeo broke the silence. "Are you okay? Is the cold too much for you?" He bombarded me with questions.My lips trembled as I managed to get out the words. "I – I'm a b – bit cold," I stuttered. "You should probably go inside then," Romeo uttered, his voice tingled with concern as he chewed on his bottom lip. Why was he biting his bottom lip? I could tell that there was something more he wanted to say. I studied his face, searching for some clue as to what was on his mind.If Romeo wasn't willing to say his mind, then I should be more direct."Is there something else you want to tell me?" I asked him."I'm not sure if this is the best time to have this conversation," He said hesitantly. "Maybe we should wait until later?" "No!" I ex